Suzy was cradling the Inspectors heavy head in her naked lap. He could smell the rich scents of the cocktail of their secretions from the warm dampness of her loins. She was stroking his hair absently. And he was stroking her pubes, absently. Every now and then he'd hit a nerve and she'd take a tight handful of his hair, and gasp a slight,  Oi. Not fair. He smiled. He loved it like this. Just him and Suze, lying. Speaking, not speaking, on the big Operating Bed. The music had gone. It had been unable to sustain itself through the marathon gentle stroking, kissing, sucking, lo-oo-ng licking and finally the bed rattling pounding and gasping and Oh God's and Fuck me, Joe. Fuck me, fuck me. Hard. Harder HARDER!! And Joe pushing his hard cock so deep in that the bones of his pubis are ramming against hers. And she reaching across for the spare pillow, between gasps and shudders and swinging her head and her blond hair from side to side and, Oh, I love your cock, Joe. Oh God, fill me up, Joe. Fill me up. Jooo-oh. And reaching behind herself while his cock is still warm and hard and pushing inside her, and grabbing a pillow with her smooth white sweaty arm (and his face to her open armpit to taste her ripe scent) and handing him the pillow to haul her ass up and wedge it underneath. And now he's deeper and hitting new nerves. And the arms are aching. And her cunt feels like its catching fire. And their sweat is gathering between them and making loud shplucking sounds as they come together and part. And Suzy's screaming, Come on, Joe. Harder. Ha-arder, Joe. And Joe falling onto his elbows - his arms are finished. Mouth to mouth, squashing her lovely fat breasts beneath him, and they too make the shplucking sounds. And she's raising her ass from the cushion to meet his thrusting, and she's crying and coming, constantly and going delirious with it. And he's pumping - bed banging against the white wall: Clonk, clonk, clonk! I'm gonna come, Suze, he gasps urgently into her ear. And she stirs from her delirium and, showering his smooth face with wet, harsh kisses, reaches a hand round to the cheeks of his ass, stroking gently on his entrance, and, as she feels him begin to shudder and the groaning of the immanent orgasm, she suddenly, harshly impales him, upon her poised finger. Aaaarghh!!... Oh Suzy, Suzy!! She comes again, in sympathy as his hot impatient sperm pumps inside her. Closes her legs around his broad back, lifting her ass to catch all the goodness. Joe, she whispers, as her finger touches the base of his cock, from inside, and two more shuddering, gasping, gloops of spunk come out of nowhere - into her wet sticky sore hot screamingly sensitive wonderful place. Oh Suzy, he mutters, as he subsides upon her still shuddering body; his head falling into the sweat wet valley between her breasts. And she twists hands in his hair, her last sparks of orgasm, still throbbing: chasing a few brave sperm on their fruitless journey. She subsides too, with a little regret, and can feel the warm sticky damp between her legs, and on the inside of her thighs; and tricking down between her round buttocks and on into the neat, puckered crack of her ass. MMMm delicious, she thinks, and kisses her exhausted lover on the top of his greying head. Delicious...

"So what was the big deal?" Lyssa muttered under her breath as she shut the door to the dressing room. All of her model friends had seemed both envious and coy when she told them her latest assignment was with David Gunto. Rumor has it he is the next big thing, her friend Niki had said with a knowing smile. Very big, agreed Linda between giggles. Awesome . . . fucking awesome, Jill had chimed in; and then all three girls had burst out laughing.

Yes, the shoot had gone extremely well; but she was always professional and most of her assignments went smoothly. At first, Gunto's insistence that she forego the usual entourage of make-up artist, hair stylist, dresser and assistant had made her a little nervous. Even the artistic director for the catalog was banned from the studio. Her booking agent had not seemed concerned, so Lyssa chalked it up to artistic temperament and agreed to the restrictions. He had done her make-up himself, clipped her hair back in a simple but flattering style, and left her alone to change clothes. Once the actual work began, she found herself relaxing to the classical music that filled the studio and his quiet, encouraging voice as he directed her poses. Comments of "lovely", "very nice" and "beautiful" fell from his lips naturally, with none of the vulgar overtones she had encountered at other shoots. In fact, she felt a keen appreciation for his ability to make her feel like a beautiful woman, rather than a sexy mannequin. Still, she could not reconcile this pleasant but non-threatening attitude with the suggestive remarks her friends had made.

Lyssa shrugged off her bewilderment and began to carefully remove the little see-through slip she had modeled last, part of an exclusive collection for Macy's. The fine silk slid sensuously over her skin, causing her nipples to pucker slightly. Lingerie shoots always made her horny. She kicked off her high heels and sat on a padded ottoman to take off a pair of sheer black stockings, then crossed the room to drop them in her tote bag. Lacy black panties joined the other wispy garments that she would drop off at the office on her way home. Before putting on her street clothes, she stopped automatically to check her body in a full-length mirror against the wall. At five foot five, Lyssa was a little too short for runway work; but four- or five-inch heels gave her an illusion of height in photos. She had long, well-defined thighs, a tight little ass, and softly rounded hips that flared out from an impossibly tiny waist. Her 36-C breasts - all natural - were too large for high fashion, but perfect for intimate apparel. They were still firm with just the right amount of bounce. She had a long delicate neck and a heart-shaped face dominated by full lips and large turquoise eyes that glowed against her golden tan. Her shoulder-length hair was wavy and medium brown, with an interesting mixture of amber and auburn highlights. She would never be a famous super-model, but she worked steadily and commanded a respectable salary.

She removed the clips from her hair and brushed it out into a soft frame for her face, then peered more closely at the mirror. The subtle make-up job made her eyes look larger and her lips, fuller. After one last critical examination of her body in the mirror - and a mental notation to fight Nature with a few more sit-ups every day - she turned away to get dressed. Just as she was about to step into her own panties, a sudden cool draft warned her that the door had opened.

David said nothing at first, but merely eyed her up and down like an artist admiring a statue, while she stared back in surprise. He was kind of nerdy-looking, really; about five foot seven, thin and pale, with unremarkable features and soft, delicate hands. His black hair was liberally streaked with gray and cut in a bad 70's shag style. He wore a shapeless black sweatshirt that was two sizes too big, and baggy gray sweatpants, and his feet were bare. The look in his brown eyes and his slight smile were not menacing at all, but rather
speculative. In one hand he held three cameras by their straps, and from the other hung what appeared to be a silk robe. Unconsciously Lyssa straightened her shoulders and lifted her chin in defiance, unaware of how provocative the stance was.

He came right to the point. "Would you consider posing for an erotic layout?" Her eyebrows rose in surprise. "Spiegel and J C Penney would blackball me if I showed up in Playboy."

He snorted disdainfully. "I don't mean Playboy - or any of the other jack-off pulp. Here," he tossed her the robe, "put this on and have a seat while I explain." She obeyed, albeit a little reluctantly. At least she was no longer naked, she thought as she sat on the edge of the footstool. He opened a cabinet at the side of the room, and soon presented her with a glass of red wine.

"I work with art dealers whose patrons are interested in erotica: paintings, sculpture, literature, photographs. These people have a strong appreciation of the beauty and sensuality of women. They admire the female form as Nature made it, not the plastic results of surgeons. I put together portfolios of ten, maybe twelve portraits. Each book features one woman and follows her along a path of self-pleasure. But rest assured, these photos go directly into the private collections of respectable patrons. They won't turn up later to embarrass you."

"How much?" "I get sixty percent of the sale price. You get ten percent of that - I would
guess $2500 for an hour's work."

Lyssa choked on the last of her wine but said nothing. He rose and refilled her glass, giving her time to think. When he returned, she took a long sip as she studied him over the rim of the glass. "You want me to masturbate for the camera."

"Yes." He offered a slight smile in acknowledgment of her calm reaction. "Why me?"

"You have unique coloring. There are a dozen earth tones in your hair and your skin. In that black robe, with a green background, you represent a perfect autumn day. And your eyes, a flash of clear October sky. Stunning."

She could not suppress a chuckle. "You really do see this as art, don't you?" He did not reply, but merely waited for her answer. What the hell, she thought. The wine had eased her inhibitions, not that she had that many to begin with. The money was good; the photographer was good; the story sounded legitimate. Besides, she was still horny, and had been planning to get herself off as soon as she got home, anyway. "All right, you have yourself a model."

Appearing not at all surprised, he led her into a different studio. Lengths of shimmering moss green velvet had been draped over one wall and across an over-stuffed sofa. The ambient lighting in the room had a golden glow, rather like an autumn sunset. One spotlight of clean white pooled on the center of the sofa. Soft music played in the background. While he took readings and adjusted his equipment, she sat quietly in the circle of light and tried to relax.

"Okay," he finally said, holding the first camera ready. "We'll start with some simple poses, and then you'll just do what comes naturally. Loosen the belt of the robe, and lean your head against the back of the sofa." The black satin parted over the full globes of her breasts. Click.

"Now put your hands behind your head and stretch . . . arch your back just a little more . . ." The robe fell to either side, revealing slightly puckered nipples, a flat stomach, and neatly trimmed, reddish-brown pubic hair. Click.

"That's beautiful, Lyssa. Extend your arms all the way back, stretch every muscle in your body." Her feet came apart as her toes pointed. Her breasts thrust upward, rosy peaks pointing toward the ceiling. Click.

"Now slide your hands - slowly - down your body. Feel how silky your skin is. That's right, over your breasts." Click. "Now down across your tummy." Click. "Over your thighs . . . along your hips and up your sides to your breasts." Click. "Cup your breasts for me, honey. Feel how round and heavy they are. Yes, that's fantastic." Click.

Her eyes were closed, and she was clearly getting caught up in her own arousal. David darted forward and pulled an oversized pillow of darker green satin from behind the sofa. He placed it against the arm of the couch and continued to coax her in a soft, hypnotic voice. "Turn just a little, and lean back this way. That's right, sweetheart - keep one foot on the floor, lift the other one up onto the sofa . . . move your hands over the inside of your thighs, feel how soft the skin is there . . . " Click.

She really did not need his instructions anymore - his voice, and the click of the shutter, had blended with the background music into a pleasant drone. In the back of her mind she knew she was being observed, and that seemed to add to her excitement. Her hands stroked over her thighs and back up over her abdomen to her chest. Again she cupped her breasts, squeezing gently and then brushing her thumb over the taut buds of her nipples. A shiver ran through her, and she felt the dampness starting between her thighs.

"That's perfect." Click. "Lick your lips for me."

Her parted lips glistening now, she continued to fondle herself, lifting and squeezing, and pinching her nipples into sensitive points. Surrendering to her own masturbation routine, she raised a finger to her mouth and coated it with saliva, then used it to wet each nipple in turn. Click, click. Her eyes closed as she circled the slippery tips over and over, and tremors of excitement caused her stomach muscles to ripple noticeably. Click.

An aching need was growing between her thighs. She ran her hands lightly over her abdomen, spreading her legs, bending her knee and pressing it into the back of the sofa. From far away she heard David saying "Slowly, baby, slowly," and the faint whirr of the camera's auto-advance. Yes, slowly. Both hands rested on her inner thighs, and then moved together to cup the heat emanating from her pussy. Her fingers brushed over the satiny, shaved outer lips and pressed them together. One index finger traced the line of her slit repeatedly, pushing just a little deeper each time until it slid easily in the wetness gathered there. Oh yes, that felt so good! Raking one fingernail lightly over her throbbing clit, she gasped at the electric sensation that shot through her body, forcing her hips up off the couch. Click.

"Watch what your hands are doing."

Through half-open lids she looked down at herself. One hand was holding her lips apart while the other stroked up and down, shining with her juices in the spotlight above. For a moment she concentrated on her clit, rubbing back and  forth and then pressing her fingers together on either side of it. Another tremor ran through her, but it was not enough. One finger traced the O of her hole; another finger joined it, and both slipped into her hot channel. Click. Oh, what she would not give to have a big hard cock right now. Somewhere in her sensual haze, she thought of David and turned her face toward the sound of the last click.

"Later, I promise," he whispered from behind the camera. "You're doing beautifully all by yourself. Finish it, honey. Let yourself fly."

Opening herself fully toward the camera, she thrust two fingers deep inside, expertly locating her G-spot and stroking it rhythmically. Small moans filled the room. Unaware that David had switched to a close-up lens and was focusing solely on her face, she began to pump her hips in time with her fingers. She could now feel the climax growing within her, and the index finger of her other hand went to work on her clit. Oh yes, almost there. With three fingers now twisting rapidly inside her pussy, she concentrated on rubbing her clit until the spasms began. Her back rose off the sofa, and her head fell back in total abandon as a long moan signaled her orgasm. Click.

For a few minutes Lyssa lay back against the pillow, waiting for her breathing to slow. Then she felt her hand being lifted, and her eyes flew open just in time to see David raising her fingers to his mouth. Eyes fixed on hers, he carefully licked each of her fingers clean, and then placed a warm kiss on her palm.

"That was quite impressive," he told her. "It was a privilege to catch so much passion on film. How do you feel?"

From where she sat, the bulge in his pants was right at eye level, taunting her. After taking a deep breath, she reached out and placed her hand over its throbbing length, then smiled up at him wickedly. "How do I feel? I feel hungry." Before he could reply, she untied the drawstring and pulled his sweatpants down to his ankles.

Now she understood her friends' envy. This skinny, geeky man had the biggest cock she had ever seen, at least seven inches long but probably closer to eight. Fascinated, and horny all over again, she wrapped her fingers around it; her index finger and thumb barely touched. It throbbed in her hand, and she could see that the head was already dripping pre-cum. Without even looking for his reaction, she leaned forward and ran her tongue over the very tip, then took the first two inches into her warm, wet mouth. She felt him sigh and then shudder, and his hands came to rest gently on the back of her head. Bobbing her head up and down, she used her tongue and lips to wet as much of the shaft as she could. Then she licked one palm and used a circular stroking motion on the top half while she tongued the lower half. Cupping his balls in her other hand, she drew them forward and bathed them as well, all the while stroking the cock that seemed to be growing harder and hotter in her hand. Finally, she took just the head into her mouth and sucked steadily, rubbing her lips over the ridge and tickling the tiny hole with her tongue.

Groaning, David twisted his fingers in her hair to pull her head away, then caught her shoulders and raised her to her feet. Without further ado, he turned her around and pushed against her upper back. Grinning, she bent forward and braced her hands on the back of the sofa, shaking her ass at him. His hands smoothed over her ass cheeks, then down between her thighs to widen her stance. Caressing her lower back with one hand, he pressed close and slid his long cock back and forth in the fresh juices that were pouring out of her. The head rubbed
against her clit, and she moaned her excitement. His hands came around to cup her breasts, his fingers brushing over her sensitive nipples.

The head of his cock felt huge when it lodged against her opening; he pressed forward, giving her the first inch but no more, and she shifted her ass to encourage him onward. He pulled back and teased her slit some more, bending forward so his face was close to her ear.

"Make it good and slippery, so I can slide it all into you," he whispered, and she shivered with her eagerness. "That's what you want, isn't it?"

Her only answer was a low moan. He was squeezing her breasts and pulling on her nipples, causing sharp twinges of delicious sensation to shoot down into her pussy. Still he made no move to enter her. After several minutes of this teasing she thought she might go mad. A small whimper escaped her lips.

"Are you ready for all of me?" he asked. She nodded her head violently. He positioned his rod at the entrance to her pussy, and held still for several seconds, heightening the anticipation. Lyssa moaned and tried again to push back against him. "Do you want me to make you come?"

"Yes! God, yes!"

Rolling her nipples hard between his fingers, he thrust his hips forward and buried his entire length in her warm, moist sheath. She came immediately, crying out as her whole body shook with a short, sharp orgasm. Her vaginal muscles contracted spasmodically, making her all the more aware of how large he was. He remained unmoving inside her until she slumped forward to rest her forehead on the back of the couch.

Grabbing her hips, he held her in place as he fucked her slowly and steadily. As she recovered, she began to move with him and soon their combined gasps filled the air. He knew he would not last much longer, but was determined to make her come one more time. One hand returned to her breasts, plucking alternately at each nipple. The other hand snaked around her hip and pressed against her mound, intensifying the sensation of each thrust. His middle finger pushed between her parted lips and found her clit, engorged and very wet. Delicately he rubbed it.

She went wild, thrusting back hard against him and rotating her ass. He held on tightly, continuing his fondling and giving her fast, hard strokes. She was moaning, one long continuous sound, when he felt his balls swell and then contract. With his finger working fast and furious against her clit, he pulled all the way out and then thrust deep, burying himself all the way. She screamed and convulsed around him as he shot his load with a triumphant cry. After a long minute of combined ecstasy, they both fell to the sofa.

Exhausted, Lyssa watched him pull his sweatpants up from around his ankles. He had not even taken his shirt off, she realized with a silent chuckle. Now he was licking his finger and smiling at her.

"I love how lingerie models always get so damned horny at a shoot," David told her. "Next time someone asks which photographer you want to work with, keep mein mind."

"I may even recommend you to my friends," she promised cheerfully. "And please, let me know next time you need to shoot a private collection."

Oh my goodness!- She exclaimed in her best home counties, just left home to work for the rich folk, shy late teenager voice. -Look at that tewwible mess that babys done.- The naked fat man gurgled and wriggled in pleasure, contemplating whether to shit himself now or save it. -You are a vewy, vewy naughty  baby and I think Nanny may have to spank you.-For a baby he certainly an impressive cock - quivering now with tumescence, and its red bulb a glaring beacon. I'm going to have to put baby over my lap. Oh I do hope my big bosoms don't bounce up and down on his back while I¹m spanking. I know how that distracts baby. He'll be thinking that they¹re bursting, full, and wanting to put his face right in, deep amongst them. And they smell so warm and milky.-
     The fat man slyly reached a hand down to his straining penis: sliding slowly down the greasy curve of his pink hairy belly.     
    -Stop that!-
    He stopped.
    -Naughty baby. Baby knows he¹s not allowed to play with  Mr Willy. Baby¹s far too young.-
    The fat man groaned, his hand hovering inches from its desired destination.
    Suzy added a little edge to her girlish tones. -No! Baby¹s not to touch Willy. Only Nursy touches Willy.- She bent down, her face now a foot from the object, trying not to wrinkle her nostrils at the ammoniac urine smell. She bent closer still. -Only Nursy can touch Willy, can¹t she?-
    The fat man pulled his hand back a little further and nodded in vigorous agreement.
    -Only Nursy is allowed..- Suzy lent even closer so he could feel her hot breath on his straining bulb. -Is Willy dirty?- she asked, softly blowing the air of the words onto his cock - a small droplet glistening and shining in its eye.
    He nodded again, vigorously. Too scared to let words spoil the moment.
    -Does Willy need a little clean?-
    -Mmmm mmm- he offered, pushing his rotund middle ever closer to her hot pouting mouth; firm large rounded breasts straining at the blue and white of her nurses uniform; blond streaked pony tail falling forward from behind her down turned head, Oh God..
    Oh my goodness Nursy seems to have left all her cleaning things in the other room.²
    The fat man gasped.
    In the cupboard. Aah  Which is locked.- Mmmnna - And Nursy doesn't have a key. What can Nursy use to clean Willy with? - Aouurghh.
    And all the while her face creeping ever nearer. And her hot breath falling down onto his rigid, quivering cock like sunlight on a purple flower. And then, just as he was thinking that for once she may go all the way, she suddenly pulled back. -Oh well, have to clean Mr Willy another time-.
    -Oh God.- The fat man lay back, slumped in exhausted defeat.. All that Suzy could now see of him were his legs, his hairy belly and his vertical straining member. She gathered her strength for the final round and continued on her previous theme. -Now, naughty baby, it¹s time for your punishment.- She reached down and pulled the large man round - his eyes rolling back in their sockets at her touch - so he could see the stockings and suspenders under her uniform as she rose and stood above him. -Are my stockings straighty?- she asked coyly. -Oh I don¹t think they are.- A little finger pursed up at the corner of her mouth in consternation. -Maybe I should adjust them.- The fat man on the Thomas the Tank Engine baby mat nodded in enthusiastic accord. Suzy reached brazenly down to the clean white-banded hem of her uniform and pulled it right up to her waist. Exposing the pink shaded flesh of her firm chunky thighs above the tops of her suspenders. Holding the dress up with one varnish free hand, she then reached the other into the darkness, as though to adjust the perfectly straight stockings. -Oh God..- went the fat man, repetitively.
    -I think they¹re straight now aren¹t they, Baby? .... But oh dear look at this-- She opened her legs a little wider. Now standing directly over the fat man¹s head. His wide eyes staring up into the beautiful dark symmetry of her hidden form. -Look at this, I think Nursy has got a hole in her knickers, can Baby see?- She opened her legs wider still, and further accommodated his viewing pleasure. He let out a gasp as he spotted the tear in the thin gusset of her plain white knickers. Suzy cupped a hand over the tear and began to move her fingers slowly over the faint bulge of her clitoris. Then, pulling her hem-line higher, she reached her other hand round to the front, took each side of the tear in either hand and gently pulled the rip further apart.
    -Aaaahh..- The man on the floor was bog-eyed now. Red and panting. Staring up into the heaven, the beautifully forbidden haven of the now fully revealed mass of her dark pubic tangle, and the softly crinkled petals of her fleshy vaginal lips. He began squirming around, it was almost time. It was almost too much. He strained his head and shoulders trying to haul them closer to the pleasure dome above. Just for one sweet kiss. Just a touch, a taste. Suzy could see that it was nearly time and prepared herself for the coup de grace, -Baby¹s been vwewy naughty.- The fat man strained higher at the sound of her velvet threats. -Baby will have to be taught a lesson, won¹t he?- Baby nodded, in enthusiastic agreement. Suzy, more roughly this time, ripped the gusset of her panties fully open, spread her legs even further, deliberately scraping her heels on the shiny plastic surface, and began to relax her muscles. The fat man groaned, ever more desperate, Just a taste.. A first exploratory drop of urine crept past Suzy¹s crinkled petals and, as though in slow motion, began to roll gently down the inverted slope of her inner thigh.
    -Aaagh.. ohh.. Oh God..- The fat man rolled from side to side his tongue hanging out of his panting mouth. Then he saw them, shimmering in the darkness. The first golden drops falling from heaven. Perfect and crystalline. Oh God, what a world you have made. O Go-od! He came with a searing roar as the first wet explorers hit his upturned face and lips. Liquid flowing down on one end, then shooting up in sticky creamy snourts from the other. -Oh God. Oh Gchoardd. OH Gar-OD!- he splashed noisily. -Oooaagh!- Staring transfixed at the cascade above, falling in full force now from the sodden white panties. Suzy, arms akimbo like Peter Pan, Nursydress rucked into the top of her wet knickers, legs splayed; laying out her dark, moist glory only for him. Golden shimmering juices waterfalling down the smooth, suspended banks of her Nursy thighs. -OouaoghH Gchoao-ar-oar-ar-oadD!- One last heave and buckle of his bloated body. One final spurt from the emptied scrotal sac. One last trickle onto his greedy face...His lapping, protruding tongue.. Suzy waited until he was fully sated, then skillfully halted the flow. She stepped carefully over his steaming face and hair and walked wetly to the bed. For towels.
    -That OK for you, Mr Green?- she enquired, in adult conversational tones, as she ran one towel up and between her legs and handed him the other. -Oh yes, Suzy. Very nice. Very nice indeed,- he replied in the same style, wiping his face and hair and then grabbing a handful of tissues and smearing the spent semen from his descending cock and his belly and chest. He walked over to his clothes, neatly folded on the coverlet of the bed, then sat heavily down and began pulling on his baggy red and white Y-fronts and black ankle socks. Then, half naked still, and still wiping and cleaning with a new towel and tissues, he pulled his electronic planner from his brief case and scrolled through his next week¹s appointments. He looked up, dignity returning, merely panted and socked but more or less effluent free, and enquired, politely, -Same time next Tuesday OK?-
    Suzy had pulled on a white towelling bathrobe; it covered her now redundant uniform. She walked across the large open plan flat to the round pine table and picked up her diary. She checked the day he¹d mentioned, then turned and smiled back at him; he had now managed to climb into his trousers - grey expensive wool, a Œstraight from the office¹ man - and was quietly humming an unfamiliar tune. He was probably wondering what his wife was knocking up for dinner, or whether he should pick up a bottle on the way home. Or whether the dog needed to go to the vets this weekend. Or any one of a hundred humdrum things. Suzy knew this. And it pleased her. -Next Tuesday will be fine, Mr Greene,- she said, and watched him type in the appointment, replace the electronic planner in his case, and then head on into the bathroom...He¹d pay in cash, many of her clients preferred plastic. And close the door, with a soft polite thump, on his way out.

Julie K. Hammonds is a very beautiful brunette with long sleek legs, a nice figure, and big brown eyes with an hour glass 36D-25-38 figure, stands 5'6" with a weight about of about 135 pounds. She lived in Plant City, Florida and became a close friend of mine 2 years ago when I went to Florida with my husband on our annual holidays. Since than regular contact and also met her once again last year during my vacation in Florida. This year she decided to take up my invitation to immigrate to London and start a new life with me and my husband as our real life submissive sex slave for she was un-employed and did not have any relatives in the USA.

She took a Delta Airline flight bound for London arriving at 8:00 A.M. at our expense and I sent my chauffer to receive her at London Heathrow Airport on arrival. The flight arrived on time and soon our Limousine jolted to a stop outside at the entrance of our residential mansion "Justice Manor" named by my husband who is a prominent Lawyer with a successful practice in London. The mansion is situated in elite suburbs of London. Julie wasn't used to all this attention. First the chauffer jumped out to open her door, his dark eyes roved over her lithe body as they had been in the mirror all during the drive from the Airport. 


Such a peaceful upper class area , she thought, where London's wealthiest technocrats or successful people lived. The opulence of the high society shone forth as the butler, white gloved, parted the door for her. His black tuxedo and bow neatly tied bow over white shirt under a stripped waist coat depicted English aristocracy. He was a gentleman of about 45 years and even his eyes admired her grace as she thanked him and strode past, chin high, heels clicking on the shining marble.

The chauffer had passed her garment bag off to the butler. The thought of the beautiful and exotic Mrs. Sinha somewhere in the massive house, waiting for her arrival suddenly brought an anxious rush of heat into her face. Flushed and excited she announced "I am here you see Mrs. Sinha." "Yes ma'am, right this way to the drawing room then." came the reply. She followed the butler to a huge and lavishly furnished drawing room. "Please make yourself comfortable, ma'am, I will inform Mrs. Sinha you have arrived." The butler closed the door behind him. Julie sat down on the white leather settee and put her feet on the plush carpet. The walls were tastefully decorated with what must be original oils. Definitely people living here were classy in a class of their own, she thought. 

She was just moments away from meeting her 'mistress', she almost felt panicky! Her face was still flushed and now her heart beat with a wild rhythm. She felt the sensation of being without air. Her lovely young breasts heaved beneath the sheerness of her dress, a new item she had picked out special for the occasion. It was all of satin and gathered in darts below her cups. The sleeves were short and puffed at the shoulders, the neckline plunged affording a devastating view of her cleavage. The skirt was a simple pleated style, and the cream color made a very lovely compliment to her red hair and tanned skin. She felt a fluttering in her tummy reminding her of the Ferris wheel or maybe one of the more reckless rides at the midway, she realized the excitement was having an overwhelming effect on her composure. Suddenly a warm sensation began to grow between her legs. No longer a casual young woman, she felt a hot flush in her loins and the realization that her sex was moist made her feel very sexy. 

The door opened. "This way, ma'am" the butler said as he led her out of the drawing room to a flight of stairs to second floor and down the corridor to the right. Her heels were sinking so deeply into the carpet as to make keeping up with this fellow a bit difficult, but she was determined to maintain her grace. Nay, her sensuality. She was stunning and she knew it! 
Here it is, she thought, gazing at the heavy Mahogany door leading to one of Mrs. Sinha's rooms. The butler rapped the heavy brass door knocker twice and smiled as he backed away. Julie's heart pounded dangerously fast as she heard the bolt slide and the door latch squeaked open. 
When the heavy door swung open Julie knew immediately that Fuddhi had not dressed for the occasion. Her eyes befell upon her slender friend wrapped in a white terry cloth robe. It was tied tightly around the middle and showed her slim waistline. The robe was nearly floor length, but still allowed a view of her black ribbed stockings that ended in 6 inch stiletto heels.

"Hi.. Fuddhi Darling I'm here ?" Julie's breath caught in her throat as she spread her hands to hug her. "That's me, Sweet Heart, Welcome to London, come in, come in please, let's get you inside and more comfortable. I love that dress, you look stunning it, Julie." Fuddhi said delightedly in sheer happiness she hugged Julie. "You flatter me with kind compliments." Julie hissed in her ears as she hugged Fuddhi in a tight warn embrace. Julie picked up her garment bag and slipped in through the doorway as Fuddhi held open the door. Once inside she could feel the atmosphere created within this room. Fuddhi had apparently just finished a bath; the moist air smelled of a light French perfume. An enormous suite it was. From the vestibule opened up a comfortable lounging area with a cream colored leather couch, polished mahogany tables were adorned with cut flowers in fine porcelain vases. Just inside to the left was a walk-in closet and entry to the bath. To the right she could see the bedroom. Inside was a giant four poster bed on a pedestal. There was also a Jacuzzi, second bathroom, and a fireplace!

"Wow, !" was all she could muster at the gorgeous appointments." Come, let's get these things sorted out and then I'll ring for some drinks. You must be tired after a long flight Darling. Do you like sherry? brandy? What poison is your pleasure?" You must be tired after a long flight Fuddhi asked with a smile. "I don't want anything, now, thank-you Fuddhi." she replied.

Julie handed off her garment bag and Fuddhi flopped it upon the massive bed. As she bent over it to examine the closure Julie could see the shapely outline of her well rounded fleshy bottom. Julie was older than Fuddhi, some 15 years, and she'd wondered how the age difference would play between them. She'd thought of a favorite aunt, but could not bring herself to entertain the thought of sex with her mother's sister even for an instant. Now, she could see that, regardless of age difference, Fuddhi was in wonderful shape and kind at heart with a positive attitude. And, those heels! Julie wanted to try them on herself. Well, she thought, there would be plenty of time for that later. Plenty of time to try on all sorts of things. Right now, she felt a little silly dressed for dinner while Fuddhi looked dressed to kill. Wonder what's on under that robe? she thought.

"Did you bring a swimsuit?" Fuddhi asked. "Oh yes, my favorite bikini, I hope you like it." Julie replied smilingly Fuddhi stood back for a moment and surveyed her new friend. "Ummmm, mmmm Julie, I do believe I'll like just about anything you put on or take off!" Julie felt herself blushing for the third time already. Well, she thought, I'll have to get over this! "Here, let's get you unpacked, shall we?" said Fuddhi as she began unzipping the bag. "Oh, you do have some lovely things in here!" In a flourish Fuddhi started pulling out lingerie Julie had recently purchased from Victoria's Secret. Lots of lacy panties in rose and peach, underwire bras that accented her ample bosom, and a lovely sheer nightie she just couldn't resist. "Oh! This so pretty Julie... will you model this for me?" Fuddhi asked. "Ummmm, you mean right now?" asked Julie. "Oh yes! Sweetheart, I mean to have you for dessert. Then maybe we'll think about eating downstairs. Only to sustain our strength, mind you." Fuddhi told her with authority in her voice.

Julie's heart fluttered for an instant. Fuddhi's eyes were sparkling as she continued to hold out the skimpy negligee. It was a very light pick chiffon, with the finest lace trimming and a neckline that plunged all the way to her navel. This laced up with a thin tie. The shoulders were all of lace, and a tiny ruffle along the bottom was all that covered the thin strip that snapped closed at the crotch. Julie had admired her figure at home the day she bought it, and now another woman was about to admire how sensuous she could look too.

"See, my dear, I'm not dressed for the table yet either" Fuddhi said as she pulled open her robe. Julie was in a mild state of shock as she took in the sight of this. Fuddhi's heavy breasts were spilling over the top of a black bustier with red ribs and lace. A bright red garter belt snapped onto the tops of her black ribbed hose, and now from the pocket of the robe, as it fell to the floor in a heap about her heels, she produced a wicked looking long leather whip. With a practiced flick of her wrist the whip cracked and a pleasant, if somewhat sinister smile spread across Fuddhi's face. "You did say I could do anything with you, didn't you? You did say you'd be mine and my husbands sex slave? Oh Sweet Julie, I will make you mine and our slave!" Fuddhi said. Julie felt new sensations course through her body. Tantalizing fear mixed with lust, greed, desire... steam rose from her pussy and her cunt actually convulsed with the need to be touched. Her mouth dropped open and suddenly she became a automaton to be ordered, guided into this new dimension of passion.

Her hand reached out for the flimsy garment and Fuddhi cracked the whip once more to underscore her order, "Strip for me, Girl. I want to see your nakedness." She commanded. Fuddhi strode confidently behind Julie then and opened the drapes behind the bed. The view was spectacular! Anyone peering out their windows from blocks around would only be able to see the two women with zoom lenses and powerful binoculars. One standing dressed as a mistress of dread, the other now unzipping the back of her dress. "Ahhhh, that's it my Flower. Show me how much you want to lick my pussy. Show me how wet you are!" Fuddhi went on. Julie's hands trembled with the garment. But, soon it lay on the floor beside Fuddhi's robe and she stood in the warm basking glow of Gina's admiration. "Julie, my jewel....you dazzle me!" Fuddhi said in admiration as she looked at Julie.

She could not take her eyes off Fuddhi. Her gaze seemed to hold her own locked steady on this commanding woman. She began to noticed the sparkle in her eyes. Yes, young but very wise. Their hair worn in much the same style, but the similarities stopped there. Fuddhi oozed exotic sensuality and had a sexy tattoo above behind her shoulder. Julie wouldn't have dreamed of obtaining such a mark. But, it excited her to think of this symbol of the other woman's sexuality. It seemed to proclaim her strong independence in her own right as an intelligent bi-sexual feminine with a very high IQ but a wholesome submissive woman to her beloved husband.

Her bra unfastened in the front with one of those slide-over snaps and this she opened now, feeling her white pendulous breasts fall free. "Exquisite..." Fuddhi whimpered. Sliding the straps over her shoulders, Julie now let the bra drop to the floor and cupped her own orbs of tender flesh, extending her nipples out to Fuddhi. As if on cue Fuddhi came to her, falling to her knees as she did so. Her arms encircling her small waist, sliding down along the curve of her back, down along the plumpness of her bottom, and cupping a cheek in each hand, Fuddhi pulled her close against her heaving breasts.

Julie could feel the heat of Fuddhi's breath now as her mouth sought and teased at her nipples. Never quite any making contact, only drawing ever nearer, searing her flesh with desire. Then the room swayed and a rush of heat enveloped her left nipple as she felt wet heat from the other's mouth, suckling her gently at first, then more demanding as her ardor swelled. Fuddhi's tongue was tracing tiny circles very rapidly round and round Julie's nipple. She would then suckle it deeply into her mouth and drag her teeth along the rough edge of the hardening flesh, nipping it sharply at the tip.

Julie was sure she might faint. Her hands had slipped inside her panties, but now they were firmly grasping Fuddhi's head, holding her there, gently demanding she not stop. And, Fuddhi continued, now pinching the first nipple, rolling it between finger and thumb as she suckled her lover's other nipple. Her other hand still cupping, kneading the tender flesh of Julies ass. And, then... aarrgghhhhhh, yes... yes...yes...touch me... Julie whimpered to herself, as Fuddhi slipped her fingers inside the band of her panties and carefully nudged along the wet pussy lips protruding against the damp fabric.

"I must taste you my Angel!" Fuddhi gasped as she let loose her savage mouth and Julie's nipple flared with the fires burning inside. Fuddhi stood now, eye to eye and lifted her wet fingers to her nose. "Uhhmm, the succulent aroma of your sex makes me starved for you!" she said as she sucked her fingers into her mouth. Then without a moments hesitation, thrust her hand over the top of Julie's panties sliding it inside over her mould and probed inside her moist folds, so knowing, so purposeful, she found her swelling node. Not too much too soon... Fuddhi lightly flicked her clit, and then plunged two fingers among the slippery folds gathering up her juices. With her hand nearly dripping wet, she held it between them and seemed to ask with
her eyes alone "take, eat, this is your wetness for me... let us share this sweet nectar." And, they sucked her fingers together then. Their tongues tasting the salty sweetness of the slippery fluid while they found one another and danced together, first along the sloppy wet fingers and then as their mouths met.

The kiss was so lingering, so touching. Not anything like a man's kiss. Nothing so hurried, so rushed. This was a tender thing, their lips pressing and yet fluid, moving, feeling, parting and joining together until the perfect fit was discovered and all the while their tongues dancing. First Fuddhi's probing deep inside her mouth, touching the roof, playing along her teeth, coaxing her tongue to follow, to probe within Fuddhi's mouth. And, once there, the power she felt as she suckled it, deep, deeper into her mouth, sucking it as if it were a man's organ.

Julie's knees felt weak, as if they were melting and Fuddhi's strong arms encircled her once more. To her utter amazement the woman picked her up as a man would and carried her to the bed! Her mistress Fuddhi was in command. She plopped her down hard into the center of the bed and immediately her mistress pounced a top her, pinning her shoulders down with her knees. 
Before she knew what was happening a steel hand cuff was clasped on her wrist which was being firmly secured to the bedpost! Then the other hand and wriggling down the length of her naked body, the ribs of her bustier her tender flesh, Fuddhi slithered all the way down to her ankles, planting wet kisses and licks the whole way. She felt the leather restraints tighten about her ankles and she knew she was Fuddhi's captive. No amount of struggling would free her from her lover's trap. She was given up to this anyway. "Fuddhi, take me Lover! Take me and have your way with me!" she cried. Then she felt a blindfold go round her head and all light was gone. Now Julie was truly becoming afraid. Bound and at the mercy of her mistress was one thing, but being deprived of her sight was quite another. She felt panicky until a wisp of softness brushed her cheek. "What was that?" she gasped. "A butterfly my Angel, the wings of a butterfly..." crooned Fuddhi.

Again, the soft trace along her jaw line, only this time it continued. A feather? Julie wondered. Ahh, but of course! It's only a feather. Her body shuddered suddenly, both in response to the calm that swept over her and the sensation of the lightest touch she'd ever experienced. The tip of the feather was tracing the outlines of her breasts, working into ever smaller circles until it circumscribed a perfect oval round first one nipple then the other. Oh, the trembling sensations this helplessness was creating made Julie want to cry. Not out of desperation anymore, but a sense of needing so much more! Julie had become a blank slate upon which Fuddhi could write her poetry of love and all she wanted was for the poet to hurry! "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh...." Julie moaned softly as the sensations moved down between her legs. Fuddhi was lightly massaging the soft inner surfaces of each thigh, casting the tip of the feather up against the crotch of her panties every now and again. Then, suddenly and without warning, Fuddhi tossed the feather behind her and settled her face down upon the soaked material between Julie's legs. 
She nuzzled her nose into the moist cleft and nudged and sniffed deeply as she burrowed amidst her slave's thighs. One arm slipped under one leg, then the other as Fuddhi attempted to climb under Julie. Each thigh lay across Julie's shoulders and now, with her tongue working so knowingly at the edge of the fabric she drank of the lovely bouquet of her new slave.

She slipped the tip of her practiced tongue up under the band and worked it inside Julie's panties, tasting the musky saltiness of her cunt directly for the first time. "Mmmmmmmmpphh..." Fuddhi moaned as she pulled the edge up away from Julie's soaked cunny. Then, gripping the fabric in her teeth, she started ripping it, wagging her head like a mad dog and all the while groaning and growling. Julie wished she could see this spectacle! Why, this woman had become a wanton animal in full heat! She sounded like a shewolf! With a searing bite, the fabric dug into her flesh, then was torn asunder. Fuddhi had chewed her way beyond that small protective barrier and now had her target in her sights; Julie lay spread eagle below her on the bed. Her mound heaving slightly with each breath, her puffed up pussy lips parted and glistening in the low light shining in from the window. Julie's scent began to fill the room and Fuddhi was overcome with the desire to suckle this tender, sensitive flesh.

One quick lick would have to suffice for the moment, however Fuddhi had other plans. She knelt once more and sliding her tongue as deeply inside Julie as she could reach, she pulled back and up very slowly, licking up along the cleft that lie between these lovely folds. So like the petals of a flower in bloom... what a wonderful work of art this young creature was! Nature's culmination of all that is tender, all that is beautiful. Savoring the succulent nectar, Fuddhi smeared her cheeks with Julie's wetness, then climbed on top of her lover and slave, straddling her tummy, she bent forward till Julie could smell her own pussy on Fuddhi's lips, and they kissed. It was another lingering kiss, and when their lips parted, Fuddhi gently lifted Julie's head. She slipped the leather blindfold off her head, then plumped up two pillows below her slave lover's head.

"I want you to be able to watch what comes next..." Fuddhi teased. Leaping up and off the bed her voice trailed off as she slinked into the adjoining bathroom, "We're gonna make your pussy as smooth as.." Returning with a trolley laden with barber supplies, she continued, "a baby's butt! Just like mine..." she announced curtly. Standing in front of Julie, she now started a slow strip tease. First the heels were kicked across the room. Then, Fuddhi unsnapped the tops of her stockings and slowly rolled one of them down her leg. Stepping out of it, she picked it up and tossed it over to Julie who struggled to catch it in her teeth. Ahhhh, she's warming to this now, Fuddhi thought, as the stocking landed beside Julie's cheek. Next, off came the other stocking and again it landed with the first up against Julie's cheek. 

Now Julie could see how shapely Fuddhi's legs were. Tight, smooth, and muscular like a dancer's, yet very slender. But, what she was dying to see was still hidden beneath the slinky, almost slutty looking bustier. As if reading her mind, Fuddhi delayed no longer. She reached around back and found the clasps holding the garment together and deftly unfastened them, one by one, slowly making the revelation dramatic. First the top loosened and Julie could see Fuddhi's taut dark brown nipples peeking out over the edge. Then it fell completely open and to the floor. Fuddhi was naked from her garter belt up. Julie compared Fuddhi breasts to her own. They were large, but firm, pear shaped with a nice upward curve ending in unusually large nipples. The areolas were a ruddy dark brown and puckered into quite obviously very hard nipples. Oh, how she wanted to suck them! But, she was so anxious to see her mistress' pussy she gazed back down at what little material still concealed her sex. The garter belt hung loosely, snaps dangling, and the tiniest of thongs of bright, satiny red showed underneath. Fuddhi unfastened the garter belt, then after letting it drop to the floor, started rubbing and massaging herself through the skimpy fabric of her panties. Her head was back and her shoulders swayed to a silent song of passion. Her muscular hips were swaying too and she was doing a slow, undulating belly dance as her fingers slipped under the band of the material, pulling it up, wedging it up within the now drenched folds of her cunt.

Julie could see now, for the first time how bare her lovers mound was. Light glistened on the wetness spreading around Fuddhi's crotch and the red material was turning darker with the moisture, with Fuddhi's cunt juices the panties thoroughly soaked, Fuddhi finally peeled them off and tossed them a top Julie's face. "There, slave, can you smell me? Can you smell your mistress's hot and dripping cunt?" Fuddhi asked in a curt tone. And, Julie could. The musky dampness of her lover's panties lay directly across the bridge of her nose and Julie breathed in the pungent perfume deeply. 

"Can I lick you now Fuddhi? Please, Please, Please.???" Julie begged.

It seemed that I spent every free moment pleasing myself. From the time I had gotten sex on my mind, it was all I could think about. My head swam with fantasies of myself and other naked girls in sweaty orgies of licking, and sucking, and touching. I was so consumed with orgasm that I would lay in my bed and masturbate until I was exhausted, then fall asleep. My dreams were so erotic that I often woke with my hand on my already wet pussy, and start to play with myself again. All I could think of was that I had to try it with another girl. I wanted desperately to know the feeling of a wet tongue on my nipples, and the taste of another's pussy. It wasn't long before I had my chance... My parents went out of town for a weekend, and left me with my brother. He told me that I could have a friend over to spend Saturday night, because he was going to a party and probably wouldn't come home. So, I called my friend Kristen, and she came over at 5:00. I had always thought she was pretty, and now this "new me" thought she was so pretty and luscious! She was about an inch taller than me, with long, curly, light brown hair, brown eyes, and sweetly curved lips that glistened wetly. Her body was tight and round in all the right places. I couldn't take my eyes off of her as we ate a pizza and watched TV--waiting for my brother to leave. 

I was dying to know the shape and color of her nipples, the softness of her pussy, and the taste of her juices. When my brother left at 8:00, I got very excited. My panties started getting wet in my jeans. How was I going to tell her that I wanted to have sex with her? "Kristen," I started. "Have you ever had an orgasm?" We were sitting on my bed and she was reading a Hit Parade. "No," she said, "have you?" I smiled and nodded. "Oh really? With who?" she said, sitting up straight and looking interested. It was a good sign, and I pressed on. "I did it with myself." 

"Really?" she said. "How did it feel?" "It was the best thing I've ever felt," I said. I was getting really horny thinking that this might work out, and I told her the whole story, which only got me hotter. When I was done describing it she asked me if I could teach her how, and I knew I was home free. After she'd gone as far as to masturbate with me, she'd do anything else I asked. I told her to take off all her clothes, and she did without a word. I took mine off as well, and almost stopped a few times because I was so excited watching her. Her body was smooth and flawless, her pussy was the color of her hair, and her nipples were red and rounded like little breasts on her breasts. I yearned to suck them! There was something electric about being naked on the bed with her--so much untapped pleasure. I told her to lay back with her legs apart and do what I did. I got on my knees by her side, spread my own legs, and began to rub my hard clit. She did the same, and soon her eyes widened as the pleasure began to build. Her nipples were now as hard as mine, and I told her to rub them too. 

We watched each other like this in silence, and I could see that she was exploring my body with her eyes. After being so horny all afternoon, I was close to popping when we started. I closed my eyes and shuddered--coming in a wash of wet ecstasy. I opened my eyes and she was watching me intently, and licking her lips. I knew she was almost ready too. I started rubbing myself again with my left hand as I licked my juice off my right. Kristen brought her legs up as she tensed for the release, and bit her lip, letting out a little squeak. She was tightly clutching her right breast with her left hand, and my lust took over at the sight of her pleasure. I leaned forward and grabbed her other tit with my wet right hand, squeezing and feeling. 

We were very close at that moment, and looking into each other's eyes. I knew that I was going to come again and hoped we came together. Suddenly, she gasped and quenched her eyes shut. I bucked my hips wildly, trying to reach my peak. I boiled at the core, and we came as one. We stayed like that panting together for a few moments, then I let go of her breast and gently rubbed my own. "Taste yourself, lick your finger," I suggested to her. She slowly sucking the come off of her fingers--savoring the taste of sex. "Oh, that was SO incredible," she said finally, with a look of utter peace on her face. Her hand strayed to her pussy again, and she fingered herself languidly for a moment, then sucked off some more juice. "It was fantastic," I said, "but I know ways it can be even better." 

"Oh Amanda, how could it get any better?" she said, "you've got to show me!" "Are you sure? I don't want to start something and then have you turn chicken on me," I said, looking at her seriously. "Oh, if is anything at all like what I just did, I'll do that and more, please show," she said with a serious look. It was all the invitation I needed. I held my hair back, leaned over her, and kissed her. Both of our lips were wet, and clung together like the lovers that we would soon be. She responded with enthusiasm kissing me back, giving herself totally over to pleasure, and her lips parted. The warm wetness of her mouth was mine, and mine hers. Our tongues met and danced in slow circles. She arched her body into mine, and we fell into a writhing tangle of arms and legs. Her breasts were pressed to mine, and I could feel those hard round nipples brushing my own. I was fully on top of her now, with my right leg between hers so that my thigh rubbed her pussy. Likewise, her right thigh rubbed my pussy, and the strong curve of her calf crossed over my own. The total effect of hot sensation sent shivers through me. I moved from the kiss to licking her face and neck, then back to another wet kiss. Kristen ran her hands down my back and grabbed my firm ass, while my own searching hands felt down her sides to her hips. My right hand continued down her left thigh, and she brought her leg up so that her calf rested on my ass. After a few more minutes of kissing and making out like this, my tongue found it's way down her neck and to her chest is slow circles. I licked the soft white sideswell and undercurve of her right breast, then put my mouth over one of those luscious nipples and sucked gently. She moaned softly as I moved my tongue in slow circles, and ran my left hand to her wet pussy. I lightly probed her pussy with my middle finger, and moved my mouth to the other breast. She began slowly bucking her hips in ecstasy, and I moved quickly. 

I licked down to her navel, and worked around so that I was between her legs with legs over my shoulders. Her heels pressed into the small of my back. I licked her inner thighs, then the lips of her pussy. Her juice was fantastic, and I plunged my tongue deep into her, and made slow circles around her clit. The sensation was more than she could take, and she peaked instantly, washing my lips and chin with come. I lapped it up, and after a short rest and some reassuring talk that what we were doing way okay, she did all of the same things to me. We fell asleep in each other's arms, and woke at 11:43 as horny as ever before. I went and got the magazine of the two girls making love, and we tried Sixty-nine. It was too good to be true, as we could get each other off at the same time. I loved the way my nipples brushed her belly as I lay on top of her. Neither of us had ever had so much ecstasy and fun, and we kept it up until we were too tired to move again. Sometime around 5:00 in the morning, we made out in the shower, and we tried fucking each other's tits. That was fun. I got over her chest and spread my pubic lips apart while she rubbed her erect nipple around my clit. I came and licked my juice off her tit. When we were clean, and dry, and tired beyond belief, we went to bed and slept until my brother knocked on the door at 10:00. He said that Kristen's mother had called and said that she had to go home. She got ready to leave, and after we had a long wet kiss and some really hard hugs, she said that we'd have to get together like this more often. I was elated! That night I masturbated myself to sleep thinking of the things we'd do.

This is an experience I had 4 years ago with a woman I met named Becca. She was a sweet girl. We became interested in one another - went out on several casual dates. Then our relationship took a turn towards something more serious. After dinner and dancing one Saturday night, she proposed that we go back to my place and have a few drinks and talk some more. We had been having a great time and neither of us wanted the night to be over too soon. So I agreed. We sat next to each other on my sofa, sipping some wine, talking about the night we had just had. We were laughing about something when the next thing I know Becca has moved in and started kissing me on the mouth. I'm not opposed to this sudden act, but a bit taken by the sudden aggressiveness. But, no big deal, I am going with the flow. I like assertive girls anyway. Next thing is she has her hand between my legs and is pressing on my pussy through the material of my skirt. "Wouldn't you like to feel the real thing?" I whisper into her ear. She pulls her head back and gives me a stern look. "Yes, I will feel your pussy. But I will decide when... got it bitch!" OMG, I was shocked! I had never seen this in Becca before. I wouldn't have even guessed she could come close to being a dom, willing to treat me like her slut love slave. 

She orders me to the bed. She comands me to remove first her clothes and then mine. She climbs on the bed and assumes the all fours position and commands, "Now crawl up under me and eat my cunt!" My body gets a rush of chills from the tone of her voice. Somehow I knew we were only playing, but still what was she capable of doing if I didn't do as she commanded? I worked my way up inbetween her legs. Her pussy was so musky... filled with the aroma of her hot sex waiting for me to begin pleasuring her. My tongue enetered her. Immediately her juices began to flow into my mouth and down my throat. I drank her... every drop! I couldn't get enough of it. God, I licked her pussy so long. My passion for pleasing her pussy with my mouth was fueled by her talk as I ate her. She talked so dirty to me. The hotter she got, the dirtier she talked. She commanded me to talk back. Say things like, "Oh Becca, your pussy is so fucking good! I love having you in my mouth to please!" "I love the way so work that clit with your hot nasty tongue!" she would say to me. Then she would say things like, "Oh yeah, put it up in me deep you nasty bitch!" That would just make my pussy flow. As I ate her and licked her and drank her, my hand reached down to please my own needs. She didn't know at first, but she figured out what I had started doing. She wanted me to talk to her and tell her about what I was doing while I continued eating her pussy. Quite a challenge, but I knew I could do it. Oh god, I talked so dirty to her. Telling her how I loved sticking my finger up my hot little snatch while she fucked my mouth. I told her what I slut I felt like because of how I LOVED fingering myself while I licked her little clit so hot and hard. In a fairly short amount of time after starting to masturbate... oohhhhh gooooddddd! My pussy exploded. My orgasm jetted through my entire body. My mind swirled as Becca continued driving her sweet pussy against my tongue. My excited apparently entered her as I wrapped my mouth entirely over her drippiing slit. She blew in my mouth, cussing me up one side and down another... "ahhhh! fuck! bitch! you're making me cum!!! you goddamn bitch! ahhhh! You slut! You whore! Oh yeah, make me fucking cum!!" she screamed with ever wave of her powerful, out of control orgasm. The more she cussed the more I loved it. Eventually we both calmed down and regained some composure. We slept together that night and went out a few more times . But nothing serious ever really developed between us. She did leave me with some wonderful memories. I wonder if she still ever thinks about me?

I was about 17 at the time,living in Armthorpe,Yorkshire.We had a housekeeper/au pair who was from Syria;her name was Soraya.My parents were out of town for the weekend and my sister Moira was staying at a schoolfriends' house.I got home from soccer practice and accidentally walked into the bathroom where Soraya was just getting out of the shower.She had huge breasts and a very hairy cunt;her pubes grew all the way up to her  belly button.She caught me staring and said"You are a naughty boy,you are looking at my vagina",I blushed and turned to leave.She pulled me to her and reached down,squeezing my now fully erect  cock."You have very a big penis"she said.Mine's about 9 inches long and 5 in circumference-I've seen bigger and smaller in the showers at soccer,but i felt massive with her compliment.She dropped her towel and grabbed my hand,pulling me into her room.She undid my jeans and pulled out my cock,she swirled her tongue arond its head and then took all of it into her throat. Now, I was a virgin,officially-I'd had experiences before,but never fucked.I reached down and felt that wet,hairy box and pulled her away from me.I bent her over the bed and eased my cock into that beautiful,hairy cunt.I started to thrust it into her deep and hard.She was fucking me back,meeting every stroke.She started to shudder and cry out;she came,spraying my shaft with what seemed like  a massage shower of her hot juices.I kept pumping that glorious hairy hole until I let loose and had a massive orgasm.I became a fan of very hairy cunts.Girls----PLEASE DON'T SHAVE.email me @ hootrip@hotmail.com

M. L., bountiful, beautiful, radiating life...

This is a very hot, threesome fantasy about a good friend of ours!

The bright sun streams in through our tent....it's morning in a gorgeous wooded forest. The birds sing and chirp, and mixed in this symphony of nature, Terry and I hear soft, subtle moaning from the tent next to us......I am intrigued and signal Terry to listen closely. The creek nearby can't be the source of these animal like moans....quiet but intense. It must be Kathy, I think to myself. She's diddling away in her tent on this beautiful morning! We smile knowingly.......that woman is insatiable!

Minutes later, we exit our tents to make some tea....oblivious to our noises, Kathy has gotten louder and louder and soon we notice the commotion has subsided. Moments afterwards, she emerges glowing, smiling.........we hug her and hand her a steaming cup of tea. Kathy gives me another warm hug and a soft sexy kiss......her mouth soft and delicate. She whispers to me, "I'm still wet, wanna play with me?" My mind quakes slightly as she wraps her arms around me and presses her sexy body up against me. Instantly I feel very loved, excited.....desired and yes.......erect. 

I look over at Terry and she is feeling herself up and grinning, watching us. She walks up to Kathy; hugging her.....rubbing her shoulders, noticing her sexy grin. "Looks like Kathy wants some more attention", she says. Kathy caresses Terry's ass and chest. Both women smile and kiss each other tenderly. I reach under the hiking shorts Kathy has on and (not surprisingly) she is not wearing any panties and she is wet...*very* wet. I kiss her face, shoulders and neck as I slip one then two fingers into her wetness......slowly I withdraw them, hold them close to my nose and smell her unique aroma.....man, I love that smell. Terry pulls up a chair, gaining a vantage point for the fun she senses to come.

Kathy glides over and kisses me deeply, also wanting to smell my wet fingers. I whisper in her ear "Taste it yourself sweetie"....and she does, sucking and tasting my fingers; running her hands along my back and ass. I then kneel down, and slowly push aside her shorts and begin licking her pussy quickly....."Mmmm, yes......" she moans and closes her eyes with the sensation of my tongue and lips gently running up and down her moistened pussy. After what seems like an eternity of watching me run her mouth up and down her excited crotch, Terry prowls down close to K's ass, pulling her shorts down, then off.......I am
awakened out of this trance state by Terry's lust-filled request "Come here and fuck her pussy....no wait......I want to fuck her pussy with YOUR cock". I remove my shorts and smile....."well.....ok........."

I position myself behind K, with Terry wrapping her arms around me, gripping my now completely rigid penis......and now she is pretending I am her personal toy; a flesh strap-on dildo...and she wants to fuck this sexy turned on woman in front of me. K backs her round sexy ass into my erect rod, sliding onto my cock slowly; feeling me fill her. She lets go a light throaty yell. Terry, still holding onto the base of my cock from behind, pushes up against my ass with her torso, causing me to reenter K's very warm and moist pussy. Kathy groans and moves against us slowly and firmly.

The two women are fucking each other with me in the middle, Terry thrusting forcefully into me, sandwiching me between her soft voluptuous body and Kathy's quivering bent-over backside. K lets out a moan and gently whispers....."FUCK me!" Which we do enthusiastically; time and space slows down......Kathy begins to finger her clit as we continue the motion, my hands roaming her back, her ass and her thighs. She stiffens and cums strongly, her pussy tightening and releasing around my (is it mine? Terry seems quite adept at this whole process) tower of love. As the sweet rhythm continues, I see Kathy begin to tense and press harder against us.....soon she comes again on my cock, yelping with delight.

After this delicious interlude, Kathy turns to Terry and whispers in her ear. They nod smiling, and proceed to both position themselves down in front of my cock, which stiffens even more. They playfully look at me, at each other, teasing my cock, taking stabs with their tongues, kissing the hooded end, running their hands along my shaft and balls. Kathy becomes very excited and plunges her soft lips over the bulging tip of my cock, moaning as she takes me deeply. Terry kisses and rubs my chest, my nipples and chest hair, then kisses me sweetly on the mouth, remarking coyly..."Does that feel good sweetie?" With her lips and hands, K skillfully brings me close to orgasm.....pauses... teases my cock a bit, then resumes the succulent rhythm again. I grasp the base of my cock and gently slap my cock on her pretty face and her waiting lips, fucking her mouth lightly, feeling her warm tongue move and dance. Terry joins her again, the two of them kissing each other at the tip of my steely love rod, laughing......feeling each other tits as they continue their sweet torture, I am close to orgasm and say so.......with a trembling voice.

Terry cups her now emerging breasts and motions K to bring me over the edge and then have me squirt my cum all over her amazing tits. K begins bobbing her mouth on my cock and stroking me with wild abandon, Terry encourages us both on. Kathy plops me out of her lips and begins to pull out her lovely titties and commands me to cum them, too. Suddenly I have a sea of tasty female breasts awaiting my creamy load. They both pinch their nipples as I stroke myself, which sends me into a mind-blowing climax / orgasm, blasting my cum all over their tits, smiling mouths and necks. Kathy gives me a full embrace and kiss, Terry grins excitedly......"what's next?", she laughs and grabs Kathy's cute ass lightly. Of course, the women towel off and then turn their attention to each other. "Good Morning Babe", Terry whispers to K, "Let's layout a sleeping bag and love each other right here....right now. I can't wait to fuck you this morning!" As I hand them stuff, they make a nice love nest with a few pillows, a camping pad and 2 sleeping bags. Kathy lays down and coos softly...with Terry following......her posture like a hungry tigress.... it would be a understatement to say that Terry loves loving Kathy. Soon they are embracing,  kissing, nibbling upon each other. Sounds of joy and ecstasy fill the campsite.....I'm so glad we got a really private spot!

Kathy begins to wrap her legs and arms around Terry.....they shake and rub against each other as their kisses intensify. Terry reaches around and begins rubbing and fondling K's ass, her tongue still meeting with K's.......it's so sexy to watch these two women kiss and lick each other. They whisper and look longingly into each other's eyes. Terry pushes K back, laying her down like an empty dress......and moves down to taste her already fucked pussy. K's face beams with desire as Terry laps and licks her.......wetting her soft love muffin with soft, then strong strokes of her flickering tongue. 

As the ritual kicks into high gear, I can't help but begin to stroke myself with the sight of these two goddesses enjoying each other. Reaching downward, Terry pulls on one of her tits and rubs it against K's moist pussy, rubbing her hard nipple in the places her tongue just explored. K moans and sighs approvingly, reaching down to place her hand on the now-slickened breast. K then rubs Terry's tit along her clit and pussy, thrusting her torso to meet the rhythm of Terry's body. 

"MMMMM......wow.......ok.....My turn to taste you!", Kathy laughs and they trade places. As K begins tasting and licking her, Terry cups and pushes her tits together, rubbing and spreading the remaining traces of K's pussy on her rigid nips. Placing one finger in Terry's pulsing, drenched slit, K slides both her tongue and her finger around Terry's clit and pussy in a circular fashion, pausing to rub up and down fully....from ass to clit. Terry's eyes close and a low grunt emanates from her shaking body. K digs ins, firmly pushing her tongue, lips and fingers into Terry, encouraging her to cum on her mouth. After a few minutes of intense build-up, Terry arches her back, squeezes her titties, tightens her thighs and lets go with a yummy orgasm that fills K's lips and mouth with a new wave of juices.

By now I am sporting a new and completely hard erection, which both women seem to notice. Waving me over, I see that they have a plan awaiting me. As I lay down where Terry's body just was, she turns around and positions her still dripping pussy over my face, pushing her muff onto my lips. Feeling the familiar  warmth below, I know that K has slipped my cock into her tight box. The women now face each other, Terry on my face, K on my cock. I can see K rub and play with Terry's big luscious boobs as they kiss each other gleefully, savoring this sublime triangle of erotic fun. 

I am in heaven, feeling the sweet motion of each woman interlocked with me. Soon, squishy noises and moans come from all of us as we ride together. The musky smell of sex matches our intense movements and sound. All of our senses filled with the deep joy and excitement of our sexual momentum. We spiral towards the sky, floating on the clouds, clinging to each other. K comes again, tightening her pussy's grip on my cock as she stiffens and releases into a strong, sweet orgasm. 

After she is finished, K stands up and Terry positions herself over my cock so we can 69 each other. Terry takes my swollen rod deep in her mouth as I suck and tease her sopping wet passion zone. With K's verbal cheerleading in the background, we tease and suck and devour each other for a long while. Terry comes first, another wave of wetness greets me. Moments later, I cum intensely into Terry's soft loving mouth. K claps and laughs....placing her arms around both of us as we group hug and smooch, giggling like children and smiling from ear to ear. Good Morning indeed!

Based on a true story...of what might have been!

Hi, Terry here. This is about a friend and former co-worker of mine, Emily. She and I worked together for a couple of years, and I had a major crush on her practically the whole time. Let me start by describing her. She is about 5' 2", long, dark brown curly hair, big beautiful brown eyes and some of the nicest tits I've ever seen. She was even bigger than I was. The first time I met her, I thought she was gorgeous. Emily was also smart and funny...a big plus! We were just co-workers at first, but quickly became friends. We started having lunch together a couple of times a week, mainly discussing work stuff. But, sometimes we would talk about our relationships and other personal stuff. Over time, I developed crush on her.

At one point, we had to move our offices to a new building. Her and I made sure our offices were right next to each other. It was so much fun having her next door to me. We'd check in with each other between appointments and chat and joke about various things. I sensed she might also have a crush on me, too. Sometimes she would rub up against me, while passing each other in a doorway or the hallway. I fantasized about her all the time. I even shared these thought with Chad, who found it very arousing.

On a couple of occasions, I visited her home. Once to fix her computer during a lunch break. I couldn't stop thinking about getting her into the bedroom and making her cum over and over again the whole time I was there. The other time I went to her home, was when we all got to together for dinner, her and her husband, and Chad and I. This was fun, and I thought how cool it would be for us all to go at it. Her husband was very cute and probably horny, too! Well, nothing ever happened that night, but it sure was fun thinking about it. Eventually, I left that job, but still talk to her on the phone occasionally. We never did anything, but I always wanted to do her good. Here's what could have happened...in my dreams anyway....

I often fantasize about going to her home at lunchtime. But, first we'd cancel all our afternoon appointments and say we were working on some report to escape the office the rest of the day. After we get there, we have some tea and just chat for a while. We talk about getting to work on the report, but just continue chatting.

Eventually, I begin to open up the topic of sex. We talk a little about our love lives, and it soon moves to the topic of fantasies. I take the risk and let her know that I have been fantasizing about her. She at first is surprised, then admits she has had similar fantasies. We begin discussing those fantasies and I find out she has been bi-curious for some time, but has never acted on it. I let her know that I have had a couple of encounters and how much I enjoyed them. She is intrigued, and starts asking all kinds of questions about what I've done with other women. I can feel how soaked I am at this point. I feel like I could cum just by talking about this with her.

Finally, after a long sexy talk, I ask her if she wants to explore a little with me. She eagerly says, "Oh, yes." I move closer to her and start to gently kiss her on the lips. They are so soft. I look into those beautiful eyes and can tell she likes this. I then rub my hand over her breasts. I can see a little of her cleavage with the dress she's wearing. She slowly moves her hands over my body, and begins caressing my breasts over the tight sweater I'm wearing. We then wrap our arms around each other and engage in long, passionate, tongue-filled kiss. It's so sexy. I can't believe I finally get to hold and kiss her.

I suggest we move into the bedroom and she agrees. When we get there, we sit down on the edge of the bed and begin to undress each other. I start to unbutton her dress, which reveals these beautiful globes pressed into a silky, white bra. I kiss her softly between her cleavage. She then assists me in pulling my sweater over my head. We both start kissing and fondling each other with abandon. I can tell she loves this...and so do I!

We continue to undress each other until we are down to our bras & panties. We roll around on the bed like this for quite a while. Kissing, feeling each other, rubbing our bodies up against each other. This feels better than I could have ever imagined. Emily then tells me how she's always wanted to suck on a pair of big tits like mine, and I share I have the same fantasy. So, we help each other release our giant bosoms. We are both in awe at the size of each other. It feels like titty heaven. We then start taking turns playing with each other's breasts. Touching, squeezing, licking and sucking them. It's an amazing sight! As we take turns burying our faces in each other's cleavage, I tell her how I want to taste her sweet juices. I maneuver my hand down between her legs and under her panties. My fingers find her slit and slowly rub her wet pussy back and forth. I then slide one, then two fingers inside her. She moans with delight. "I want to eat you", I whisper. She smiles and says, "I want to taste you, too." "Let's 69", I utter.

We then move ourselves in position. Lying side by side, with each other's crotch in our faces, we begin our oral adventure. I bury my face between her legs, and with my tongue find her clit and lick circular motions around it. She pushes her body into me. She likes this! She's also going to town on me, licking and humming. It feels so good. I stick two fingers into her while eating up her sweet juices. Emily shakes and writhes with pleasure. She reciprocates and sticks a finger into me. Soon we are licking and fingering each other with wild passion. Our bodies rock in a rhythmic motion. We moan and hum and mumble words
of encouragement. Now this is what I call a working lunch!

Soon, it's apparent I won't be able to hold out much longer. I let her know I'm going to cum. She continues with vengeance to get me over the edge. It feels so good and I can't help myself but give myself to the feeling and ride out an
incredibly long, erotic orgasm. It seems to go on forever. Afterwards, I collapse into the bed and release a huge sigh. "Wow", I explain. "That was incredible."

I then manage to turn myself around and place myself squarely between her beautiful thighs. I look up and say, "It's your turn, beautiful." She smiles and rocks her crotch into my face. I take that as a big, "YES!" I begin to lap her up and down, very slowly. She moans with appreciation. I slide my finger into her, and slowly slide it back and forth over her g-spot. She sits up and says,
"Oh, yes...that's so good." I continue to finger her g-spot, while making circular licking motions around her clit. I know she is close. Emily's legs stiffen, and she begins to just gush. Soon, she starts to shake and moan, and then she lets out a loud scream, and shouts, "YES! YES!" I continue to lick and finger her until she begs me to stop.

Finally, we make it into each other's arms and slowly drift into a sleepy, after sex trance. I tell her how great it was, and she agrees. We lay there as long as we can before we have to return to our lives.

I fantasize we make these rendezvous' a regular thing. At least once a week, we take a long lunch and go to her home for some afternoon delight. It's also fun to fantasize about eventually involving our husbands, and explore all kinds of fun! Well, I can dream, can't I?

I opened the door to my - our - room, and bade you enter. Still we had barely spoken since the airport. You stepped into the room and stopped, drinking in the heady scent of the flowers. The door shut behind us on its spring. You turned to me "David.." you began. I silenced you with my lips, kissing you deeply and pulling you to me, crushing your body against mine. You resist for perhaps a heartbeat, then melt against me, moulding to fit the contours of my body, forcing contact at every point. I ease you out of your coat, not breaking the kiss, and run my hands up and down the soft, firm skin of your back. My hands tell me you are naked under your dress, just as I had hoped and imagined you would be.

In an eye blink, I undo the zipper, and the dress falls about you like a dark cloud, leaving your naked body before me, in all its magnificent glory. I pull you to me again, kissing you with unbridled passion, my hands exploring every inch of you; my fingers enter your hot, wet pussy and you come instantly, your hands pulling wildly at my clothes, until I, too, am naked and in your arms. You ease yourself up and onto my throbbing cock; I enter you where we stand, and you come a second time as the hot, smooth
shaft of my cock glides into you. I carry you to the bed, still inside you, and lay you down gently. Your legs lock behind my back and we begin to move, slowly at first, but quickly building to a frantic uncontrollable pace.

"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me..." you gasped in my ear, the shuddering waves of pleasure forcing it from you like a mantra. I fucked you hard, my own orgasm, held in abeyance for these many months, rose within me like a demon, irresistable, unstoppable. I'm coming..." I groan  "Oh, Babe" you sigh "come in me, fuck me..."

And then I am coming, a long shuddering release that sends hot pulsing streams of my seed into you; you buck and scream, taking all I have to give, accepting and relishing my issue with your entire being. We come together for what seems like hours, but in reality can only have been measured in heartbeats; we met but barely an hour before, and we touched but briefly and fleetingly. And now?

We lay locked in each other's arms, our juices mingling, our heartbeats as one; I was still inside you, still hard despite my shattering climax. You smiled at me with hooded eyes and began to move against me, gentle but demanding. "Are you ready to serve me now, Slave" you asked.

"Yes, Mistress" I said  You rolled us over, not letting us come apart.

"Then lie still", you demand "... and do not come again".

"I love you" I said

"I love you" you replied.

I opened the door to my - our - room, and bade you enter. Still we had barely spoken since the airport. You stepped into the room and stopped, drinking in the heady scent of the flowers. The door shut behind us on its spring. You turned to me "David.." you began. I silenced you with my lips, kissing you deeply and pulling you to me, crushing your body against mine. You resist for perhaps a heartbeat, then melt against me, moulding to fit the contours of my body, forcing contact at every point. I ease you out of your coat, not breaking the kiss, and run my hands up and down the soft, firm skin of your back. My hands tell me you are naked under your dress, just as I had hoped and imagined you would be.

In an eye blink, I undo the zipper, and the dress falls about you like a dark cloud, leaving your naked body before me, in all its magnificent glory. I pull you to me again, kissing you with unbridled passion, my hands exploring every inch of you; my fingers enter your hot, wet pussy and you come instantly, your hands pulling wildly at my clothes, until I, too, am naked and in your arms. You ease yourself up and onto my throbbing cock; I enter you where we stand, and you come a second time as the hot, smooth
shaft of my cock glides into you. I carry you to the bed, still inside you, and lay you down gently. Your legs lock behind my back and we begin to move, slowly at first, but quickly building to a frantic uncontrollable pace.

"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me..." you gasped in my ear, the shuddering waves of pleasure forcing it from you like a mantra. I fucked you hard, my own orgasm, held in abeyance for these many months, rose within me like a demon, irresistable, unstoppable. I'm coming..." I groan  "Oh, Babe" you sigh "come in me, fuck me..."

And then I am coming, a long shuddering release that sends hot pulsing streams of my seed into you; you buck and scream, taking all I have to give, accepting and relishing my issue with your entire being. We come together for what seems like hours, but in reality can only have been measured in heartbeats; we met but barely an hour before, and we touched but briefly and fleetingly. And now?

We lay locked in each other's arms, our juices mingling, our heartbeats as one; I was still inside you, still hard despite my shattering climax. You smiled at me with hooded eyes and began to move against me, gentle but demanding. "Are you ready to serve me now, Slave" you asked.

"Yes, Mistress" I said  You rolled us over, not letting us come apart.

"Then lie still", you demand "... and do not come again".

"I love you" I said

"I love you" you replied.