Unlock Your Inner Diva for Dating Success
There’s something sexy about a powerful, take-charge woman who knows what she wants and how to get it! To be an intriguing and sexy Decisive Diva you must develop within yourself the Three E’s of Feminine Power: Erotic Power, Economic Power and Emotional Power. Learn how to unlock your own Inner Diva and power date your way to hot relationships. [Read more]
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Fun Times At A Bachelorette Party!
Sandra first told me that she was throwing a bachelorette party for a friend of ours (Joanne) about a week before the party. She said she wanted it to be a wild time, so she asked me for help. I remembering grinning inwardly but, biting back my leering smile, I asked her for more details about the party. She told me how many people would be invited (ten in all, counting us and the bride-to-be), and who they were (I knew all but one of them), and what sort of presents we were to get her, and how much to drink there’d be. She also asked me if I thought a stripper was a good idea – and I laughed out loud. “Hell, yes! The poor girl’s getting married – she oughtta have as much fun as we can give her in one night!” Sandra laughed as well, and after chatting with her a bit more about some of the details, we went our separate ways for the day.
The day of the party came up more quickly than I expected, but that wasn’t a problem at all – I was looking forward to it quite a bit. I got there a few minutes late, and a lot of the girls were already sitting around a large oak table, laughing and talking. Sandra was up and getting drinks for everyone (and from the look of the “bar,” we wouldn’t run dry anytime soon), and Joanne had opened the door for me. I gave her a hug, congratulated her, and gave her the presents. I told her that one was for tonight (five pairs of crotchless panties) and one was for later (a small crystal vase). We talked for a moment, and then she ushered me over to the table, where a chair was waiting for me.
I said my hellos to the girls and sat down to talk. Sandra brought me a drink, and as I sipped a bit, a few of them started talking about the impending arrival of the stripper – some of them in conspiratorial near-whispers and with school-girl giggles. I smiled quite broadly to myself, and wondered just how “shy” they’d be after a dozen or so more drinks and twenty minutes of watching him.
About halfway through opening the gifts (which ranged from my panties to hot massage oil to several dildos and vibrators, as well as a few very nice pieces of lingerie), the stripper arrived. Sandra brought him in and introduced him to the group. He was expectedly gorgeous – just over six foot, I’d have guessed, with heavy shoulders and a thick chest, a deep tan and hair that probably was closer to brown when it wasn’t sun-bleached to a dry yellow-blonde. He had a nice smile, and seemed at ease with the group. He was wearing a slightly-oversized double-breasted sport-coat, slacks, and dazzling band-collar shirt. The girls all fawned over him a bit (myself included), and then he was given a chair and a drink while we finished the gift giving. Several more rounds of drinks, some more food, the last of the gifts for the party, and some talk went by before Sandra announced it was time for Aaron to dance for us. Everyone applauded and cheered, although judging by the number of times hands missed while clapping, I’d have said that the group was mostly well on the way to pleasantly drunk.
The table was quickly (if somewhat clumsily) cleared, and a CD that he’d brought with him was loaded into the stereo. Aaron climbed onto the table, bowed to us (which brought quite a bit more cheering), and as the music began, started dancing. It was a fast club-dance song, and he knew what he was doing. After a few minutes (and after he had shed his jacket, slipped out of his shoes, and started opening his shirt, I looked around and saw nearly everyone else just staring. (One of the girls was really sitting there with her jaw hanging dangerously low, and I thought for sure she was going to start panting!) I could understand, and turned my attention back to Aaron as the music changed. With a slower tempo, he was really teasing us along now, and in about ten minutes, had lost most of the rest of his clothes (still had a pair of white boxers on, and a black g-string under that) and all of us were on the edge of our seats. He had paid individual attentions to nearly everyone, but particularly to Joanne (which only made sense), me (which I couldn’t figure out), and one especially shy-looking girl (who was seeming a little less shy by the minute).
He finally slid his boxers down, kicked them away over our heads, and stoof before us with a rather proud-looking erection stretching his g-string to the limits. He turned several times int he last few steps of his dance, alternately giving everyone a good look at his barely-hidden cock and his oh-so-cute little ass, and then dropped to all fours and crawled slowly over to the bride-to-be. He settled back onto his knees, more or less sitting on his feet, and planted his hands behind him, stretching his beautiful body out for her. She put her hands on his chest and ran them down to his hips – and found the little clip that kept his g-string in place. With a gleeful little noise, she quickly undid the clasp – and out popped his good-sized, thick, erect cock! He rolled his hips, and it seemed to beg for attention.
Hesitantly, Joanne reached out to touch it, running her fingers slowly around it, upand down the length of it, as Aaron closed his eyes and rolled his head back, moving his hips slowly, before leaning back and away. I looked around, and saw a few of the girls rubbing themselves through their clothes (quite un-self-consciously, like it was the most natural thing in the world to do). Aaron had started moving slowly around the table, rolling his hips and letting all the girls get an eyeful of that luscious-looking cock. Some of them were brave enough to reach out and caress him, but when he got to me, I took the prize for most brazen: I leaned down and planted my lips around his cock and sucked him deep into my mouth.
I heard a lot of surprised yells and raucous cheers, and slid my mouth up and down his cock a few times, quickly, for good measure, then leaned back. His eyes were nearly popping out of his head, he was so surprised! He didn’t seem to mind too much when I climbed onto the table with him and crawled into his arms, kissing him roughly.
In a flurry of kissing, fondling, groping, and grinding, my clothes rapidly followed his, my hands eagerly stroking his cock while he was fondling my breasts and playing with my nipples. I slid a little closer to him and felt his cock rub against my thigh, and I knew I had to have it. I broke off kissing him and looked around. Everyone was cheering me on, and a few were chanting “Fuck him! Fuck him!” I grinned, gave the thumbs-up sign, and dropped onto my hands and knees.
Before I knew it, he was pushing that thick cock into me as quickly he could. His big hands wrapped themselves around my hips and he rode me like mad, pumping fast and hard. I reached back and started toying with my clit, rubbing it furiously, my breasts swaying, when he grabbed my hair and pulled me upright against him, pushing up and into me with everything he had. I leaned back and closed my eyes, riding him for all I was worth, and opened them to find that several other women had lost clothing, too, mostly rubbing themselves as fast as I was getting fucked.
I pushed myself away from the stripper and crawled down off of the table. No sooner had I done that then at least three of the others jumped toward the table, each vieing to slide her lips around his cock. I got up then, and said loudly, “Hey! This is your party, you get up there and fuck him!” Joanne’s eyes widened, and then, with a drunken laugh, she bolted from her chair and got up on the table, forcing her way to his cock and gobbling it up as fast as she could. As I watched, Joanne got Aaron onto his back and straddled his face, throwing off her shirt and bra before lying back down and sucking his cock.
We all watched the two of them 69 wildly for a few minutes, then Joanne got up and turned herself around to fuck him. She slid herself slowly down his cock, teasing herself, him, and everyone of us watching, and then started bouncing crazily, squeezing her breasts and throwing her head back. She moved so fast her hips were nearly a blur Joanne bucked herself nearly off of the stripper as she came. She rolled off him, and someone helped her off the table as Aaron straightened up.
I turned to my friend Kelli back and told her it was her turn, and she nodded hungrily and dove up onto the table. A moment later, she was on her back, and, with her legs popped up high in the air, Aaron fucked her fast and hard, the table making little creak noises every time he moved. Kelli screamed every moan, telling Aaron to cum, hurry up and cum, she wanted it on her – and in a very short order, Aaron gave her exactly what she wanted, leaving her lower face and breasts glistening. Kelli gave his wet cock a few loving licks, and then she was crowded aside by a few others who wanted a piece of him.
Aaron sat back and smiled while a few of them took turns coaxing his cock back up into service with their lips, tongues, and fingers. A few of the girls had lost energy or become so drunk they couldn’t go on, and were curled up on furniture, mostly naked and likely passing out. Aaron had a few with him on or nearly on the table, and a few were still watching intently.
By the end of the night, Aaron had had some kind of sex from nearly everyone there, and not a few of us wore (or otherwise has enjoyed) proof of his hospitality. I was one of the last ones to call it a night, and had thoroughly enjoyed myself.
~ Natalie
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Using Whips To Enhance Your Sex Life
Using whips on your man is a provocative way of spicing up your sex life and opening up new sexual avenues for you to explore. Just like bondage and other BDSM activities, whipping is a great introduction to the wider S&M arena.
Indulge yourself in some punishment role play by using a whip to dish out pain in response to activities from your guy that displeases you.
Pain can be an overwhelming sensation that will boost your orgasms to new levels, due to the brain releasing chemicals called endorphins to help reduce the pain caused by a spank or slap. You may also relish the physical effect of seeing a temporary mark left on your lover’s ass, thigh or leg due to the punishment you have dished out.
Whipping his ass, thigh or legs will also heighten the nerve endings in the targeted area, making your lover’s skin much more responsive to stroking, licking, biting, nibbling and scratching after it has been struck with a whip.
But before you start experimenting with different toys, remember these basic rules:
1. NEVER land a blow from any instrument over or on a vital organ.
2. Prepare the body. The skin is one of our most vital organs, take time before each session where whipping may be involved to prepare his skin for the beating. It need not be an intrusive preparation; you can make it part of the seduction. Preparing the skin well will minimise the damage that occurs. Spanking from light to increasingly heavy strokes is one commonly used method
3. Know where you are hitting. Develop a stance and proper technique. Stand straight but relaxed, posture is important. Erect posture through each stroke will ensure that the tips of the whip land in the same place each time
4. There’s something very liberating about having a man at the mercy of your whip. Have fun!
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The Perfect Score: Being an Ethical Slut
I have fucked a lot of men. A few of these men I’ve loved, a few I’ve detested, but most fall into the fat swath of those I’ve liked. While this revelation might not garner me many fans at Jesus Camp, it does mean that I have the sheet cred to serve up the sex intelligence that lots of women are so hungry for. [Read more]
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How to Have a Successful Hook-Up
Single girls (and married ones!), we were wondering: When was the last time you boasted to your girlfriends about a mind-blowing one-night stand? An unbelievable fling? A hot friends-with-benefits encounter? If it’s been a while since you felt that a wild night of casual sex earned you brunch-time bragging rights, you’re not alone. [Read more]
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Horny End Of A Hard Day
By Sarah
Sarah sighed.
It had been a hard day, and as usual she felt as if nothing had been accomplished. There were still orders to fill, phone calls to make, emails to read, and all she really wanted to do was head home and go to bed.
Actually, what she really wanted to do was go to bed with Steve, the handsome temp secretary who had worked in the office for the last few weeks. Ever since she’d met him she’d been lusting after his well-built body. It didn’t help that he was also a very sweet guy with a cheerful smile. She always felt happier whenever he was nearby, not to mention an awful lot hornier.
Sarah tried to focus. She realized she’d just read the same paragraph six times, and she was supposed to have finished checking this report by 5pm. She sighed again and tried to put Steve out of her mind. Sometimes she wondered if her promotion had been a poisoned chalice. She wasn’t sure if the unpaid overtime and extra stress was worth the fatter paycheck.
A knock at the door roused her. Steve entered carrying yet another report, and carefully closed the door behind him. Despite herself, Sarah felt her cheeks redden, and her heart began to thud in her chest.
“Ms Sandersen says she needs this done ASAP,” Steve said, offering the folder to Sarah, who rolled her eyes in frustration.
“Huh, like I don’t have anything better to do,” she grumbled. Taking the report, she smiled him. “Ah, don’t mind me. Thanks, Steve.”
“Hard day, I see,” he said, grinning back at her. “You could probably do with a holiday.”
“Don’t I know it,” Sarah laughed.
“Your shoulders look tense. You need to take a break and relax, I think. Here…” Steve moved behind her, andplaced his hands on her shoulders, beginning to rub the knotted muscles them. “I’m studying remedial massage,” he said.
Sarah knew it wasn’t the most appropriate thing for him to be doing, but at that moment, she didn’t care. His fingers were working magic with her shoulders, and his very presence was playing havoc with her groin. She could smell his scent, and it was igniting an intense yearning within her.
She glanced around the office. The blinds were closed, and the door was shut, though not locked. She knew that after this moment, she couldn’t possibly do any more work. The only thing on her mind was how much she wanted Steve. She decided to take one of the biggest risks of her life.
“You know Steve,” she said as nonchalantly as she could. “I like what you’re doing with your fingers. Would you mind terribly if I sexually harassed you?”
He stopped moving for a moment, and she felt a moment of panic. “Er… what kind of harassment were you planning?” he asked.
It took a couple of moments to register the acquiescence in his voice, but finally Sarah relaxed. “Well, I was hoping to sexually harass you all over my desk, if possible.”
His hand slipped down and cupped her breast, and she breathed in sharply as his fingers tweaked her nipple through her black dress. “Hmmm,” he said. “I’ll have to check my diary, but I think I’m available right now.”
He leaned over her shoulder and their lips met. Sarah reveled in the kiss. It was insistent, but still gentle, and she breathed in the scent of him with glee. Within moments he had her pushed back onto the desk, their mouths still hungrily joined, and they began to paw at each other’s clothing.
Sarah’s heart was thumping. Her boss, or any other workmate could walk in at any moment, but she couldn’t stop. Steve was hers now, and she could feel eager passion flowing through her veins. She wanted him, and she wanted him right this very instant.
His hand slid up her thigh, leaving tingling echoes in its wake. He tugged her panties down and pushed her flat onto the desk, opening her legs and admiring her now exposed pussy. Within seconds he had buried her face between her thighs, plunging his wet tongue into her folds. She gasped with pleasure as he began to lick her clit with expert strokes.
Sarah put her hand over her mouth, worried that she would moan too loudly. Steve obviously knew what he was doing, because she felt an orgasm building already. When he inserted a finger into her cunt, it overcame her, and she shuddered as the waves of pleasure rolled outwards.
Still panting, she lifted her head and saw the need in Steve’s eyes. She scrambled to her feet and bent over the desk, presenting her ass to his gaze. She heard him unzip and pull out his cock, then groaned as he pushed it into her, sliding the hard flesh all the way to the hilt.
Steve put his hands on her hips and began to move his cock in and out. Sarah reached around and began to stroke her already swollen clit. As Steve pushed faster and harder, Sarah felt another orgasm swelling. She couldn’t believe how good it felt to have him inside her. The simple idea of him being attracted to her was thrilling enough, but to be fucking him right there in the office was incredible. He could well have been tying her shoelaces and she would have come.
With a shudder, her climax arrived, her cunt clenching around his hot cock. Within seconds Steve followed her example, bucking against her with pleasure, yet not uttering a sound. It was all over too soon, and they collapsed together, breathing heavily.
An awareness of their precarious situation soon came back to them both. Sarah hurriedly replaced her panties and smoothed her hair while Steve zipped himself up.
For a moment they stood looking at each other, and Sarah felt sheepish until Steve broke into a huge grin.
“Perhaps we should go on a proper date before you sexually harass me next time,” he said.
Sarah took in his cheeky smile and felt a wave of simple happiness. “Sure,” she said. “Let’s have dinner tonight. At my place. My bed is much better suited to harassment.”
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Swinging Club – Great Loft Sex
I’m late, I know, I’m sorry. I’ve had bloggers block. I promised you some good club stuff, but I’ve been having conflicting emotions about it. I found it really hard to write these events down, so this entry has ended up more factual than erotic I think. I seem to have gone all moralistic on myself. I haven’t got a clue why, but I’m hoping soon I’ll stop being so judgemental about this sordid little life I lead?
Loft Sex
The music pumps out around the club as Mr S and I have a ball shaking our booty on the dance floor! When the tune stops Mr S leads me back to our seats asking “Do you wanna go upstairs?“
I know Mr S’s question means he wants to have sex with me in the loft area. “Yeah, OK then.” I reply, swiftly finishing my glass of wine (no drinks allowed upstairs).
The loft area is on the first floor of the club, built into the roof space and separated into several play rooms. They’re all dimly lit, have low sloping ceilings and are fully padded with black and red vinyl cushions.
Always the gentleman, Mr S takes my hand protectively, as he steers me through the crowd, holding the door open when we reach the stairs. Always the pervert, he takes this opportunity for a little up-skirt peeping, as my knickerless crotch wiggles up the stairs in front of him. He takes a cheeky dip, which I reward with a dirty grin thrown over my shoulder.
We find an empty playroom, dive in and get undressed. It’s shady in here, with a cosy twilight atmosphere. Mr S lies on his back and I eagerly climb on top of him. He slides me up his body, laying me to rest on his chest. We are both feeling incredibly horny and he soon gets down to giving me several gushing orgasms, before I beg him to stop, in fear of drowning in my own juices!
As we’re mopping up the devastation, another couple enter the room. She looks good, very sexy and hot. Mr S and I exchange knowingly glances and he quickly resumes his previous position, with me now on all fours between his legs, in an attempt to repay all his hard work on me.
After a while of greedily sucking Mr S, I feel an unfamiliar, delicate hand stroking my bum, just a light touch, a sensor, a test to see if I will reject their advances. I respond by pushing into their hand, swaying with their touch, encouraging them to explore further. The sensation of strangers hands caressing you is like no other. It feels exciting yet forbidden, an incredibly heady mix.
One hand soon turns into many. I’m unsure if they’re male or female and I really don’t think I care. I’m having fun, and lots of orgasms, thankfully not the gushing kind though. Usually I don’t play with men, but just lately we’ve been lowering the boundaries, testing the water, seeing how we feel about it. So tonight is really a first.
After a nice strong climax I decide to ‘meet’ my secret explorers. I turn around to be greeted by a blonde beauty gazing lustfully at me. I kiss her passionately, savouring the exciting newness of her mouth. I signal to her that it’s her turn to receive some pleasure now, by lightly pushing her back, lying her down on the cushions. I continue to kiss her, hungrily, desperately trying not to rush things, yet recklessly wanting to rush everything and jump to the next stage.
She is beautiful. Her body is soft and plump, full and curvy. Just the way I like it, no stick insects for me. Leaving her lips now, working my way down her body, over her small firm breasts. Pausing at her tummy, teasing a little, then up and down her thighs, sensing her delight, deliberately missing out my ultimate goal between her legs. Stroking her inner thighs, gently spreading them a little wider, running my tongue the length of her legs, delighting in the shudders I cause. Hot breath, my hot breath, starting at her ankles, travelling slowly towards her wetness.
As her writhing becomes more urgent, I figure it’s time to ease her longing. Starting with light flickering movements of my tongue, I begin to edge my way up her milky thighs, towards her hot dripping pussy. Finally my patience is rewarded as I suck and pull on her juicy lips, drinking in her sweet and musky taste, my fingers dipping inside her, gaining in memento as she raises her hips to greet me.
That familiar sensation of strangers hands again, uninvited from behind. Expert, knowing hands, precise movements, not tentative, or shy, they can really pack a punch. Now these are definitely male, and not Mr S’s, because he’s in front of me. Stealing a glance between slitted eyes, I confirm this, with the mind blowing sight of Mr S being orally pleasured by the girl at the end of my tongue!
Now this is what I call eroticism, the freak inside me does triple somersaults, as my brain soaks up the realisation of my fantasy. All senses are being pleasured to overload, my mind races at a thousand miles a second, this is better than any drug induced trip. I round my back, hold my breath and bury my face between my lovers legs, as the first wave of orgasm grips me.
This chain of ecstasy continues, four bodies consumed in unadulterated pleasure. It draws to an end when the girl reaches her orgasm and collapses gratefully.
I smile at Mr S, who comes over to me, kissing and licking her juices from my face. We all exchange names and arrange to meet again later in the night. How strange, how sordid, how insane, to have sex with someone who’s name you never knew.
I feel bad now because we went off on a crusade, looking for another couple we’d chatted to earlier in the evening. We didn’t find them and by the time we’d given up, it was too late, our loft mates had gone too. So we ended up in the dreaded dark room. I wish we’d kept our promise, but know why I didn’t, the guy wasn’t that hot and I wasn’t really interested in him. Still there is some regret, missed opportunities perhaps? But never mind, it was yummy fun while it lasted.
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Sexual Power For Women Chapter 5
Female domination suits some women and not others. Would it suit you? Let’s ask first whether it appeals to you. We tend to do well at what arouses our enthusiasm. Some women are so far from enthusiastic as to reject female domination outright. Their reasons are diverse, but they’re all valid. I can assure you that if you know female domination isn’t for you, you’re right—it isn’t.
Some women are interested—maybe even more than interested—but they’re committed to relationships so nearly perfect as to discourage tampering. If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it. Perhaps, but if your relationship is so solid as to be unbreakable, you won’t really be taking much of a risk; if your interest in female domination is strong, acting on it might be worthwhile. [Read more]
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Five Signs That A Role Reversal Relationship Is Right For You
Powerful, accomplished women intimidate some men, but fascinate others. If you are a feisty, take-charge kind of gal, you’ve probably had your share of problems with men and wonder if you’ll ever find Mr. Right. You don’t want a wimp who won’t stand up for himself (and you!) but you don’t want a man who insists on being in control all the time either.
You may feel like you have to submerge your real personality in order to get along with a man, but sooner or later the power struggles begin. Don’t give up hope on romance just yet. There’s a reason for the problem and there’s a solution. [Read more]
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Threesome By Appointment
By Lisa
Lisa found herself wondering at the whole situation. Here she was, sitting half-dressed on the couch between her husband of six years and a gorgeously well built and exceedingly suave male escort. They were all sipping drinks and courteously discussing the weather as if what was about to happen were a normal, everyday occurrence. Her heart was beating madly, her panties were soaked in anticipation, and yet it all seemed so terribly unreal.
It was all her idea, of course.
“I want you to watch me fuck another man,” she’d casually whispered over dessert at their favorite local restaurant.
Jack’s eyebrows had shot up in surprise, shocked more by the location of her suggestion than the content of it. They’d shared fantasies before; he knew of her wandering eye, and her lush fantasies of double-cocked pleasure. He was turned on by it, she knew.
“Are you serious?” he’d breathed back, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.
“Of course,” she said, deliberately licking the chocolate from her spoon, letting her mouth linger and her tongue swirl. “I’m ready to go beyond just my imagination. I want to know what it’s like. In the flesh. And I want you to watch me. And join in. And lick me while he’s fucking me.” Just saying the words had made her cunt throb excitedly.
“Hmm,” he said, sitting back and appraising her. She could see luscious, lascivious thoughts flickering behind his eyes like an old-fashioned dirty picture show. “Who will it be?” he finally asked.
She had it all figured out. “Oh, not anyone we know, hon. That’s just too damned complicated… and besides, all your male friends are probably crap in bed. No, let’s get us a male prostitute. Easy. And he’ll know what he’s doing.”
They’d spent weeks planning the scenario, working out arrangements and auditioning their “stud”. The anticipation had been exquisite, and they’d enjoyed some of the wildest, most passionate sex in the interim. Lisa couldn’t help thinking that her suggestion was well worth it, whether they went ahead with the plan or not.
And yet here they were, on the couch, with Lisa wondering how to kick it all off.
The male escort, Cameron, was everything she’d hoped for. Darkly handsome with a quiet, confident voice, his eyes had studied her with appreciation. During that first interview she’d been struck by the genuine interest he seemed to have in his work. It seemed that pleasing women wasn’t just a day job, it was his vocation, a calling. She could tell that this was a man who loved women.
The conversation had reached a lull, and Cameron leaned in to kiss her. His lips were soft and she could taste the bourbon he’d been drinking. She found the experience of kissing another man thrilling, and couldn’t wait to feel his lips on other parts of her body.
She wriggled out of her skirt as Jack pushed up her skimpy pink top, happily applying his mouth to her now exposed nipple. Cameron resumed kissing her, his hand moving gently down her belly and easing its way into her underpants. His fingers brushed against her dark pubic hair before wriggling their way into her soaking slit. She gasped as he found her already-hard clit and began to work it.
Lisa found herself grinding her hips against his hand, wanting to fuck his probing, thick fingers.
Jack had taken off his clothes and was now watching them intently. She met his eyes with a sly grin. Are you enjoying this baby? she thought.
Now Cameron helped her out of her panties and pushed her back into Jack’s lap, gently opening her legs and nuzzling his way down to her crotch. Lisa sighed with pleasure as his tongue plunged into her cunt, soft wetness against wet softness. Cameron inserted two fingers and began to massage her g-spot while he lapped. Jack reached down to suckle her breast, his familiar mouth contrasting with the strangeness of the one at her pussy.
This, she thought. This is pure bliss. She reveled in their tongues against her flesh, in their eagerness to taste and smell her. She wanted to come then and there, but it was too soon, too soon. Reluctantly, she pushed them both away.
“Stop,” she ordered, wriggling around so that she now lay on her back, her mouth beneath Cameron’s cock. “Hon, come and fuck me while I suck his dick. Fuck me hard, baby.”
She took the strange cock into her mouth, tasting saltiness. It was a little bigger than Jack’s and the head felt different beneath her tongue. It was new, and different, and very exciting. Cameron moaned slightly, and she felt a moment’s delight at having caused this professional some pleasure, a moment of vulnerability. Jack knelt between her legs and hurriedly entered her, beginning to fuck her with an urgency born of sheer need.
Lisa felt another moment of strangeness. Here she was, spread across the couch with a hard cock at each end like some kind of porn star or a wild, wanton woman. She was a sex goddess, ruling over the pleasure of these two men. The thought made her feel like she could do anything and be anyone. It almost made her come. Almost.
She made them stop and take a drink. She sipped her wine for a moment, trembling, feeling the twinges of her orgasm quivering around her pelvis. She knew how she wanted it, and now was the time.
She had discussed it with both of them, and at a nod from her they moved into position. Cameron seated himself on the couch, his big cock sticking up towards the ceiling. Lisa squatted over him, facing outwards, and lowered herself onto his throbbing flesh, her pussy eagerly enclosing him.
For a moment Jack stood back, admiring the sight of his wife impaled against the tanned body of Cameron, and then he kissed her.
“You look so beautiful, baby,” he said, smiling.
His lips moved briefly to her nipples before he dipped his head to her crotch. Cameron began to move his cock gently in and out as Jack applied his tongue to Lisa’s clit, licking quickly and firmly.
The sensation was exquisite, as was the realization that her fantasy had been made a reality. Here she was, fucked by one man while being licked by another. With a satisfied sigh, she surrendered to her orgasm, bucking wildly as the pleasure overcame her senses.
Leaning against Cameron’s chest, she felt Jack’s lips against her own and returned his kiss with a lazy smile.
“Was it everything you hoped for, babe?” he asked.
“Yes,” she said smiling. “Even better. Thank you, hon. Thank you so much.”
“So…” Jack said with a hopeful look, “how about another woman next time?”
Lisa laughed. “Ha! Sounds fair to me. Cameron, have you got a girlfriend?”
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