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Close Shave

Friday, November 5th, 2010

Michael Rinker rose to his feet and tapped the rim of his wine glass.

“My lovely wife and I would like to thank every one for coming this evening, it has truly been a wonderful party,” he said beaming at Reanne sitting next to him. The five couples joined around them in the high-walled dark panel dinning room lifted their glasses in agreement.

“However the night is still young and we have an unexpected surprise for you.”

“Of course most of you know our live-in, Priscilla,” the man continued, as murmurs rose in the room. “And you know, she has given Reanne and myself many exceptional sexual experiences during these past three years. Reanne and I would very much like to share Priscilla with you tonight.”

“So,” Michael said, putting his glass down and offering his hand to help his wife stand. “…if you would, everyone follow us to the library.”

All ten guests arose from their chairs and followed Reanne and Michael into the adjoining library, where Priscilla stood waiting calmly in the middle of the room in only her bra and panties. Reanne quickly came to her servant’s side.

“Cilla has agreed to this out of her great love for Michael and myself, and of course we feel the same way about her.”

Touching the tall girl’s arm lightly, the hostess continued.

“As is plainly obvious, Priscilla has a most beautiful body, and I’m pretty sure that most of the men are already erect and the women are dampening their panties.”

Titters and wiggling around the room confirmed Reanne’s wide-eyed assumption. Cilla unhooked her bra then, exposing her pert 34c breasts as Michael took up the speech.

“And as beautiful as our sweet little Priscilla is, the most erotic thing about her is her incredibly hirsute vaginal area…which my wife and I have discouraged her to shave since she has been in our employ.”

Reanne knelt and slid Priscilla’s her satin panties down to the young woman’s her ankles. The room was electric with stares, “ohh and ahhs” and shifting as one of the hairiest pussies anyone there had ever seen was revealed.

“And the time has come to shave it,” Reanne and Michael chorused.

Priscilla stepped around the low lit room to what everyone knew was Michael’s most prized possession, his grandfather’s low cherry-red leather reading chair. A towel had been placed on the seat and sitting demurely, the Rinker’s servant spread her legs to expose her furry muff to the partiers who gathered round while Michael came to stand before them, a spray bottle of shaving cream and steady razor in his hand.

“Will the women please reach into their pockets for the sachets my wife handed you when you entered our home this evening.”

Each of the five ladies did as asked.

“The lady with the star drawn under her perfume package is the winner.”

“Oh my,” Barbara Tents said cuddling close to her husband Jack.

“Barbara, Jack” Reanne said as Priscilla squirmed.

The assembled guests looked down at the spread girl under them to see bulging red pussy lips wet and pulsating in that forest of fur. The mistress of the house silently urged Barbara into position and semi semi-circle formed as the wide-eyed Mrs. Tents knelt before Priscilla while Jack Tents went to the girl and began to play with Priscilla’s tits.

“Shave her for us all,” Michael and Reanne chorused while Michael handed his guest the razor and the shaving cream.

Priscilla moaned and opened her legs even wider as Jack tweaked her hard right nipple.

“Don’t worry dear, I’ll be gentle,” Barbara said squirting a foaming dollop of cream into her hand. “We’ll have this cute little wet pussy bald in no time.”

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The Motel

Thursday, November 4th, 2010

Craig couldn’t believe his luck He bought the Sunny Day Motel for a steal and spent the better part of six months installing hidden cameras and microphones in every unit. In a spare room in his own cramped office/room the bald black man set up a series of monitors to capture all of the gory details that happened in his rooms 1 through 19 and on opening he saw customers right away.

What he never suspected-though hoped for-was all the sex he’d spy!

Some unsuspecting couple would come in for the night and Craig would watch them casually take off their clothes, sit on the bed, maybe have a cigarette, make small talk, then…

A mousy housewife and her husband took room 16 and Craig was literally blown away-not to mention he jerked off wildly-when that same “mousy” wife forced her husband to lick her pussy all night. There was the time a lanky husband and his equally lanky wife invited what had to be an Asian hooker to room 6 and took turns reaming the girl with a double-headed dong. Or the night a big bearded guy and his little wife took room 12 and the woman spent the night fisting her husband’s ass and licking his balls until he came over and over on her face.

Of course Craig’s favorites were lesbians. Sometimes he’d get a sense of girls being gay ahead of time, but most of the time it was a total surprise. Once he had two teachers staying in room 19 for a convention downtown. The ladies weren’t in their room for five minutes before the buxom blond had her short dark haired associate on her knees eating her hairless pussy.

Craig learned quite a few things that night about eating pussy, that’s for sure. Spying that much sex the weird and wacky was bound to happen to. An average looking guy, actually quite a ‘normal’ looking guy and his tall wife took room 4 one night and Craig quickly took to his viewing parlor though not expecting much. Of course to his surprise-with what happened on his screen and how much his own cock pounded when watching-the normal husband took off all of his clothes while his wife got out a huge diaper and a pair of plastic pants. The lady, who buy now had dressed in a 50′s style dress and heels, took a can of baby powder and powdered the man’s bare shaved crotch and ass just like she would a baby. She then put the diaper and rubber pants on her husband and talked to him in baby talk. She then gave him a pacifier and made him take a nap but not ten minutes later the ‘baby’ woke up crying and the lady simply opened up her blouse, popped out one of what Craig quickly saw was a magnificent big boob and let her husband suckle her hard nipple until he quieted.

Of course the ‘baby’ did something wrong, for soon he was across his mother slap, bare bottomed and getting spanked. When the woman sat back to let her husband/baby off her Craig could see a trail of thick come across the lady’s sweet upper thigh.

Given Craig’s deep entrepreneurial spirit and his sense of fair play, rather then tape all this action, he decided to refit the hotel and in a move that suddenly made the Sunny Day even more popular then it was, the in-room ‘Pay Perview’ porn option suddenly began showing very interesting footage indeed… indiscriminate feed from rooms 1-19.

The hotel really was a community labor of love, in the best sense of those words!

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House Guest

Wednesday, November 3rd, 2010

“I think you’re perverted,” Dina said to her husband Alan, “spying on our guests?”

Alan snickered while he fine-tuned the monitor receiving a live feed from the guest bedroom. Just then, Jackie, Steve’s wife, came into the picture and began removing her clothing to get ready for a shower. Alan gave out a low whistle and said: ”Wow, Dee, look at her body!”

Before Dina could answer, Steve also appeared on the screen, naked, coming up behind his wife, he cupped her ripe breasts in his hands. The couple kissed then Steve moved to the side of his wife.

“Wow,” Dina whispered, “he is big.”

“We got to get as naked as them,” Alan said and Dina fell out of her robe while her husband wrangled his shorts down over his throbbing cock and balls.

“What turns you on more, me or them?” Dina asked as she scooted her cute little ass up across their bed. “You gotta watch them while you do me?”

Alan didn’t answer, he simply dove at his wife and began to suckle her big right tit.

Both couples entwined: Alan was not even looking at Dina, simply pushing his face as deep into her powdery bosom as he could; Steve was kneeling in front of Jackie, his face up in her crotch as Jackie played with his hair and bucked into his face fucking.

“Don’t wanna watch them anymore?” Dina said as Alan licked and suckled. She managed her hand down his tight belly, grabbed his thick seven inches and pulled her man closer to her heated dewy spot as she spread her legs.

“Don’t want me to see Steve’s big cock?”

With this Alan felt such an urge to plow his wife that he thrust up, lifted his mouth from that fleshy mound of tit flesh and opened Dina’s thighs ever further.

“I’m gonna fuck you so hard for that,” he said.

“As hard as Steve fucks…”

Dina cried out as her husband speared her wet pussy with his thick purple cock. He pushed all the way up her wetness with one violent push and lie his full weight atop her.

The couple trusted, pushed, clawed and came…and came as Steve and Jackie changed positions after Jackie came in Steve’s face, with Jackie now on her knees slowly licking the head of her husband’s pre-come penis.

Alan rolled off of his wife ten minuets later. He had fucked his lady for all he was worth, almost forgetting the couple on the T.V, over their heads…almost.

“Someday you’re gonna kill me,” Alan said smiling. “Really, your pussy is just too good.”

“It’s just hungry for you,” Dina said cuddling into her man’s hairy chest.

“Whadda think Steve?” Alan asked aloud. “Ya think pussy is gonna kill us?”

Dina looked up the monitor, amazed to see Steve and Jackie looking back at her and Alan. She had no idea what kind of technological advancements Alan made in their big Tudor on any given day, but she had thought his voyeurism had stopped with lipstick cameras hidden in the guest bedroom. She could have never conceived that her husband had installed a camera in her bedroom and that Steve could obviously see them now.

Dina like the idea-not that she’d admit it-but was still shocked. Looking up and seeing an equally shocked Jackie in the room beside Steve, Dina realized they had been duped by their men. ”Death by pussy,” Steve mused looking at them. “There are worse ways things, my bother.” ”There sure are,” Dina said and stood up off the bed.

“There sure are,” Jackie said and followed suit, both women leaving their men in their respective rooms.

The ladies met in the hallway seconds later, slapped high-fives and smiled. ”Switch?” Jackie asked.

“Definitely,” Dina agreed and each lady opened the door to the opposite bedroom they had just come from.

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Pierced

Tuesday, November 2nd, 2010

“You have a nice small vag” the pierce-r said and once again tickled the tiny barbell. “That should be just fine, pretty perfect and puffy for a few weeks but other then that, no problem.”

Once again Kristy felt a jolt of electricity run under her as she imagined the little piece of metal in her hood…she certainly couldn’t feel anything down there at the moment.

The tattooed girl positioned the mirror once again and Kristy looked down between her spread thighs to see the small silver barbell poking out from under her hood and her clit thick, slightly red and engorged.

It actually took two weeks, but finally the pain and swelling had subsided enough that Kristy didn’t have to use the painkillers anymore. In fact, the pain was replaced by an itch that literally drove her crazy, but thankfully after another week that subsided to. The fifth week the petite blonde began to notice a low thrumming deep up her, as if she had a vibrator stuck up in her pussy constantly on the lowest setting.

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She had heard a pussy piercing could make you more sensitive, the girl at the shop had warned her and Steve had been going on and on about it before she got the hood jewelry and now even more when he stared at it at night but refused to touch it. Kristy’s problem-not that she really thought it was a problem-was that she had always had a very powerful pussy urge. Maybe the piercing was gonna be just too much for her little vagina?

The day in work had been tough this Friday as the thrumming was at a fever pitch. Kristy figured maybe now she’d finally get some relief with Steve and literally jumped the guy when she came in to the house.

“Didn’t I tell you?” Steve said turning from his girlfriend as she straddled him on the couch. “I told you, don’t fuck with perfection, now you are even hornier then before.”

“Steve it’s been a weeks,” Kristy began kissing the man’s neck. “You can touch it now, you…”

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Hurt me. Fuck me. Suck Me, Lick Me. Tease me,” Kristy wailed, stood and shuck her tights down. Her panties were soaked through and Steve smelled her heavy scent in the air and not able to take it any longer-it had been five long weeks- he dove face first into his girlfriend’s sticky crotch.

“Steve!” Kristy cried as Steve ate into her panty and she arched, wiggle and got her fingers to the front of her crotch and pulled them aside.

Revealing her bald pink lips to her man, Kristy stood up fully, placed her finger right on her clit and pulled back the hood revealing her new adornment.

“You need to lick this first, every time you want to eat my pussy,” she announced.

Steve did just that. He flicked the very tip of his strong tongue to the barbell, ticking it under and to the sides. Kristy shook slightly as the thrumming increased and she felt her lips fatten to her man’s delicate attention to her pussy.

“Now lick my lips,” she said and Steve sat under her fully, raging hard to both his girlfriend’s perfect wet slit and her ordering him.

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The attention, the obvious alteration, even the way Kristy was standing there somewhat dominant over her man, she felt the piercing in her hood was a totem signpost for all of their future pussy play. She’d be either leading Steve or he would ask, either way she was sure it would be all about her pussy for at least the foreseeable future.

There was definitely something to this pussy piercing, Kristy thought as Steve flatted his tongue into her gloppy pussy lips and she felt the barbell shutter all the way into her brain.

Special Delivery

Monday, November 1st, 2010

Danielle set down her book and got up to answer the front door. ”Special delivery for a Miss D. Steele,” the special delivery courier said when she opened the door wide.

“I’m Danielle Steele, but I didn’t order anything.”

“Well, it’s addressed to you. If you don’t want it I’ll just return it as undeliverable,” the short man answered.

“Uh, no, that’s all right, I’ll take it, where do I sign?”

After scribbling her initials in a box next to her name the young courier handed her the package and was off her porch back to his delivery van. Dani closed the door, returned to the den, sat down on her low couch and inspected the package.

The box was cube shaped, about six inches square with no return address of any kind on the outside wrapper. Tearing off the brown paper and quickly opening the box, Danielle reached in to find a pretty matching red panty-bra set. It was obviously silk and very expensive and when the tall brunette ran her fingers over the blood-red frilly lingerie she received an instant shiver from the contact of the smooth material on her finger. She poked around inside the box looking for a note or letter but found none.

“Must be some sort of give away,” Danielle mused, setting aside the dainty set and picking up her book again.

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Sitting down at her dressing table ten minutes after her morning shower, Dani applied her makeup and gave her short haircut a couple of fast strokes with her brush. Stepping to her second dresser drawer, Dani realized that she could just as easily wear that bra and panty set that had been delivered yesterday.

Paddling naked into her living room, she picked up the panty and bra and slipped into them. Pulling the panties up her long legs Dani walked the high-cut panties on, tugging them up over her high round ass and literally snapping them up over her trim pubic mound.

“Mmmm perfect fit,” she thought, while slipping her arms through the straps of the silk bra. She adjusted her 36C’s in the soft cups and looked at her image in the mirror.

Driving the ten minutes to work Dani felt an odd sensation of heat: her big breasts seemed to be fuller, almost tingling; ‘down there’ it felt as if someone was tickling her thick clit. As she drove on the sensation grew stronger until at a stoplight Dani lifted her right hand to her left breast, gave herself a squeeze and the floodgates opened for her to shutter a quick climax, even before the light had changed.

At the office Dani walked through the usual “good mornings” “Can I get five minutes with you later boss?” and print-outs shoved in her wake.

As usual Mandy followed her boss into Dani’s big office, closed the door and sat down facing the big desk for her morning instructions.

“Look what came special delivery yesterday,” the older woman said facing her assistant. Dani lean at the edge of her desk, faced Mandy and pulled her blouse up and the front of her skirt down.

“Very nice,” the younger woman said looking up at her boss’s red face spying what she could of the lacy red bra and the front of the panty.

“I think so too,” Dani standing up from her desk.

Mandy’s boss walked to and made sure her office door was locked then stood in the middle of the room…and began to undress! “I have no idea who sent them, but ever since putting them on I have been so so hot!”

The two women had been through plenty in Danielle’s rise up the corporate ladder, in fact at one time they had even, for a period of a month, enjoyed a brief affair. Mandy wasn’t as shocked by seeing her boss in just bra and panties-and the tall woman did have a fantastic body, that’s for sure-but she wasn’t really sure what Dani wanted from her now.

“I’m orgasm ing right now,” Dani said standing there and both ladies gazed down at her red-covered crotch.

“I guess I’m canceling your ten o’clock,” Many said standing to walk over to her boss.

“Girl, you’re canceling my entire morning,” the taller woman said. “Now come here and kiss me.”

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Close Shave

Saturday, October 30th, 2010

Michael Rinker rose to his feet and tapped the rim of his wine glass.

“My lovely wife and I would like to thank every one for coming this evening, it has truly been a wonderful party,” he said beaming at Reanne sitting next to him. The five couples joined around them in the high-walled dark panel dinning room lifted their glasses in agreement.

“However the night is still young and we have an unexpected surprise for you.”

“Of course most of you know our live-in, Priscilla,” the man continued, as murmurs rose in the room. “And you know, she has given Reanne and myself many exceptional sexual experiences during these past three years. Reanne and I would very much like to share Priscilla with you tonight.”

“So,” Michael said, putting his glass down and offering his hand to help his wife stand. “…if you would, everyone follow us to the library.”

All ten guests arose from their chairs and followed Reanne and Michael into the adjoining library, where Priscilla stood waiting calmly in the middle of the room in only her bra and panties. Reanne quickly came to her servant’s side.

“Cilla has agreed to this out of her great love for Michael and myself, and of course we feel the same way about her.”

Touching the tall girl’s arm lightly, the hostess continued.

“As is plainly obvious, Priscilla has a most beautiful body, and I’m pretty sure that most of the men are already erect and the women are dampening their panties.”

Titters and wiggling around the room confirmed Reanne’s wide-eyed assumption. Cilla unhooked her bra then, exposing her pert 34c breasts as Michael took up the speech.

“And as beautiful as our sweet little Priscilla is, the most erotic thing about her is her incredibly hirsute vaginal area…which my wife and I have discouraged her to shave since she has been in our employ.”

Reanne knelt and slid Priscilla’s her satin panties down to the young woman’s her ankles. The room was electric with stares, “ohh and ahhs” and shifting as one of the hairiest pussies anyone there had ever seen was revealed.

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“And the time has come to shave it,” Reanne and Michael chorused.

Priscilla stepped around the low lit room to what everyone knew was Michael’s most prized possession, his grandfather’s low cherry-red leather reading chair. A towel had been placed on the seat and sitting demurely, the Rinker’s servant spread her legs to expose her furry muff to the partiers who gathered round while Michael came to stand before them, a spray bottle of shaving cream and steady razor in his hand.

“Will the women please reach into their pockets for the sachets my wife handed you when you entered our home this evening.”

Each of the five ladies did as asked.

“The lady with the star drawn under her perfume package is the winner.”

“Oh my,” Barbara Tents said cuddling close to her husband Jack.

“Barbara, Jack” Reanne said as Priscilla squirmed.

The assembled guests looked down at the spread girl under them to see bulging red pussy lips wetand pulsating in that forest of fur. The mistress of the house silently urged Barbara into position and semi semi-circle formed as the wide-eyed Mrs. Tents knelt before Priscilla while Jack Tents went to the girl and began to play with Priscilla’s tits.

“Shave her for us all,” Michael and Reanne chorused while Michael handed his guest the razor and the shaving cream.

Priscilla moaned and opened her legs even wider as Jack tweaked her hard right nipple.

“Don’t worry dear, I’ll be gentle,” Barbara said squirting a foaming dollop of cream into her hand. “We’ll have this cute little wet pussy bald in no time.”

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Vibration

Friday, October 29th, 2010

The big Cat groaned as it dug into the hillside with its sharp scraper blade, crisscrossing the side of the hill like a yellow prehistoric spider. Katie Arden operated the huge piece of equipment with the skill of a surgeon, deftly maneuvering the big earthmover like it was a family car.

Much to the chagrin of her parents, Katie stayed a ‘tomboy’ well into her high school years and when she graduated enrolled in a heavy equipment operator’s school. Six months later she had her union card and was driving machine’s like this one.

It was during her time in heavy equipment school that Katie made a most interesting discovery; the constant vibration that hummed from the motor of these big machines could induce orgasms deep in her vagina if she held her wet pussy in the right position when she worked.

Highly sexed since masturbating at 12 years old, and making it a rule not to date any of the men she worked with-though all well muscled guys usually-Katie found that this little extra inducement of her job helped her get through the days (and nights) and the more her pussy dripped while she packed, pushed, scraped and lifted the longer Katie kept at the job smiling and wet.

For the past hour, the stocky girl had been on the verge of a huge orgasm but had gotten distracted by a problem with her power steering. For this reason her pussy was still in a frenzy when she stopped her run short, jumped from the cab and right into Jerry Fitz standing at the side of the makeshift machine hut peeing. Gulping back a sigh as the man wrangled his monster cock back into his jeans, Katie attempted not to consider what a cock that size would look like when it was hard. Jerry realized he had been seen and turned in a flash, buckled up and went bright red.

“Shit, I’m sorry,” the man said.

“Jerry, come on, I’ve seen cock before,” Katie said smiling and walking by him.

“Yeah, the guys have always wondered,” he said stepping to keep pace with the wide-faced cute woman.

“Right, I dress in jeans and work shirts and drive a loader,” Katie chuckled. ” I got to be a lesbian, right?”

“How the hell should I know?”

Katie stopped and turned to the little guy.

“I’m not a lesbian,” she said reaching down to give Jerry a nice long tug on his crotch. “Not by a long shot.

Though she was trying to move past him, though this was all slightly embarrassing and Katie didn’t ever really have any designs on Jerry-actually she never really noticed the barrel-chested guy-her pussy was still aching and she liked the look-and now the feel-of the man’s cock.

“Follow me,” she said, broke from Jerry, ran round the machine shed and stepped inside. Looking around the small room, Katie dropped to the ground the minute Jerry entered.

“Fuck Ka…”

“Come on, get it out,” she said kicking off her dark dirty boots and wriggling down her dusty pants. “You obviously have the goods, let’s see if you know how to use them.”

Of course Jerry couldn’t get his worn muddy jeans down fast enough but when he saw Katie reveal her well-groomed tight little snatch his cock grew so much it was all the guy could do to get his pants and boxers down and kneel to the cold cement floor.

Katie felt the cold to, but in fact it felt good against her little ass as she felt her pussy pulsating with heat when Jerry lie his pumping cock against the front of her legs.

“I don’t know if it’s just this one time, okay?” she said, smiling and felt her pussy grow even hotter. “But for now…”

Jerry didn’t need any further explanation. Yes, he would have liked a little more time, a more comfortable setting, maybe get Katie completely naked-at the very least to go down on that beautiful pussy under him-but he knew he had to take what was being offered here as fast as he could.

Fucking vibration!” Katie screamed and grabbed the man’s ass into her as Jerry lie forward and began to fuck her little pussy as fast as he could.

Hotsy Totsy Dancer

Thursday, October 28th, 2010

Rolando was one of twenty dancers in the all male revue at the Hotsy Totsy Club. Seven nights a week the place was jumped to the beat of driving dance music and young naked male flesh. With salary and tips an aggressive dancer could clear three or four hundred dollars in one night from the mostly 40-something females who came to drink, fondle and generally look at swinging cock.

Standing backstage, ready to make his entrance, Rolando ‘The Latin Lover’ waited for the MC to make his introduction.

Rolando had his routine down well. He shook his tight ass, rolled his broad chest and generally flumped his cock every which way he could until he got down to his G-string. If the women had been howling before-and they had-when the tall olive-complexioned man finally stood glistening, tall and pumped only in his G-string, the women went wild for his massive cock and balls.

Jumping off the stage the ‘Latin Lover’ worked the crowd, letting the frenzied females snatch quick feels as he strutted through their grabbing hands and catcalls. A short stocky brunette held out a twenty-dollar bill and slipped it in the waistband of Roland’s G-string as he wagged his covered cock in her face. Another woman, old enough to be his Gram-Gram swatted his ass, another ran up and kissed his chest and gave him a ten.

As he was about to make his way back on stage a middle-aged blonde held up a one hundred dollar bill and waved it high in the air. Zeroing in on the C-note, Rolanda serpentine his way over to her table. The lady smiled up at him, a bright-eyed blonde of probably forty or so he guessed, slipping the bill in his waistband. Rolando smiled, slipped off his G-string and let his big cock unfurl. To screams of “do it, do it” the lady sat forward in her chair and placed the head of Roland’s dick deep in her mouth. The loud music, all this touching and now this woman sucking him expertly, the Latin man simply jettisoned a creamy stream of come down the woman’s throat in a minute as her friends exploded.

When he entered the dressing room the now satiated man wasn’t the least bit surprised to find that several of the other dancers were sitting on chairs with their legs spread wide apart. Women of various shapes, sizes and ages were on their knees sucking the young cocks for all they were worth.

Just another Thursday night at the ‘H.T.’ Rolando snickered to himself. The hooting mixed with the pounding bass speakers, Rolando made his way secretly out of the dressing room ten minutes later, dressed and dried. Spying the action around him, as usual there was more grabbing, sucking and moaning going on in the audience then on the floor, though his two friends Bill and Steve were well into the sucking and spanking of their doubles act (gay men that they were) and the women were loosing what little was left of their minds.

Leaving the club, Rolando yelled goodbye to several friends and headed off to his car. Waiting there was an older woman-mid fifties he guessed-who seemed to be more then a little nervous.

“I wanted to give you his,” she said coming off his driver side door.

She held a hundred out to Rolando and he smiled, stood right up to the lady and undid his pants. ”Oh no, no,” she said, opened her jacket and revealed what probably was the most perfect pair of tits Rolando had ever seen, very big, slightly scooped but not sagging at all. They must have been at least D-cups, with perfect little pointy nipples.

“I just had them done and wanted you to be the first,” the lady said and bade him closer. “For a hundred I want you to suck them until I say stop.”

Just another night at the Hotsy Totsy Rolando thought again and dipped his head to the strawberry-scented cleavage before him.

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The Voyuer

Wednesday, October 27th, 2010

Marie Jenkins closed her eyes, rotating her head to try and work the kinks out of her tired neck and shoulders.

It was almost ten thirty at night and she still had a pile of reports to go over before tomorrow’s big meeting. Deciding to take a five-minute break, the voluptuous red head stood and stretched, and for some reason, cupped her full chest through her blouse, tweaking her quickly hardening nipples. All of the nervous tension in Marie’s body seemed to gravitated to her pussy, which right then was throbbing. All alone in her office and on the twenty eighth floor, Marie simply began to masturbate, unaware that the cleaning crew had left the blind up on her side window. The tall woman with the impossibly long legs kept one hand on her right tit, while she snuck her left down her blouse, down her crotch, then bent slightly to lift her A-line skirt.

Hand deeply squished, “ha-huffing” as she wriggled and writhed, Marie managed her manicured fingers up under the waistband of her pantyhose then down and splayed over her soaking panties. Somehow she snuck the tip of her finger up and in and when Marie touched just the very tip of the top of her pussy she came instantly, bucking wildly while standing at her desk.

The twenty-five year-old account executive collapsed back into her chair gasping for breath as the cool air wafted over her very satisfied pussy. An hour Marie snapped off the lights to her office and headed off for home to a hot bath, warm bed and a much-needed sleep.

Somewhat bleary eyed, Marie entered her office at exactly eight sharp to go over some notes for the morning’s meeting.

As was her routine, she checked her email, hoping for an important letter from the west coast office that would make her planned meeting today all that much easier. Passing over a few personal notes from friends, and frustrated her hoped for email hadn’t come Marie scrolled down to one last message with: ‘Thank you for last Night’ as its subject.

The screen filled with the message after she clicked on it: Thank you so much for the show, it was much more than enjoyable. Tell your cleaning staff to keep that side window blind up more often. You certainly have the body for an A-line skirt.

Your Voyeur.

Marie’s heart was beating a mile a minute as she gazed to her side, to the bare bright side window! Yes, there was an office tower across the way, but she’d never be able to tell who, of all the occupants, had stared at her last night. And even if she could, what good what that do her? The man obviously used binoculars-shit, was he a pro Peeping Tom?-seeing as how he related details of the type of skirt she was wearing. And if he could make out that much detail he obviously saw her face and connected her through the office webpage which had her email address and office extension.

The day passed quickly enough, the meeting went well, but through it all Marie thought about her personal voyeur and despite her revulsion, she had to admit she also felt titillated. So much so her pussy throbbed low and dewy all day.

Returning to the office at three thirty, again checking her email out of habit, Marie saw another strange subject line-TONIGHT?- to a message third from the bottom of her new ones. I see you’ve kept that blind up, could I be so lucky again tonight?

Smiling despite herself, feeling her nipples rising and her pussy flooding, Marie reached to the bottom drawer on the right side of her desk. Jim had given her binoculars as a present three months ago, promising to take her bird watching in Central Park on their lunch hour.

Jim and she had broken up a month ago, never giving Marie the chance to use the high-powered scope she plucked from the drawer.

She hit the reply button on her email and began to write.

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Take My Picture

Tuesday, October 26th, 2010

“Jake, your two thirty is here.” Kiki informed her boss, photographer, Jake Klein.

Without looking up from the proof he was reviewing, Jake replied: “Set her up in studio three and get the lighting set up.”

“Sure thing, boss,” Kiki replied. “You’re gonna like this one. She’s hot!”

Hearing that, Jake finally put down his viewer.

Five minutes later Jake breezed into the studio with his hand out to the stunning brunette in the center of the room.

“Hi, I’m Jake,” he said. “You’ve already met Kiki,” the two women smiled at each other from across the room. “You must be Angela?”

The tall beauty beamed a thin-lipped yet nervous smile.

“These pictures are a gift for your husband?”

Angela shook her head and replied: “Our tenth wedding anniversary is coming up and I wanted to give Dave a surprise.”

“Well,” Jake intoned brightly “I could see why he’d want pictures of you.”

“Well, thanks,” Angela said her chin to her big chest.

“Nothing to be nervous about, ok?” Jake said walking around the woman. Kiki offered him a camera and he continued.

“We’ll start off with a few of you in the clothes, get you used to the camera.”

“Yeah, yeah okay,” Angela sighed looking up finally.

“Here…” Kiki said, stepping to Angela with a smile. She had somehow passed Jake a camera, and now held a delicious looking glass of white wine in her hand. “…before we start.”

Angela took the glass with a smile, drained it, handed it back and for the next five minutes, executed the easy poses Jake suggested while clicking a litany of quick picks. Moving ever so slightly-a cocked hip here, a smile there, her chin to her right shoulder, now left-Angela felt instantly comfortable and infinitely desirable through Jake’s soft urging.

“Wow,” Jake enthused. ” Really natural, perfect. Perfect.”

Snapping more he asked: “Don’t you think she’s a natural, Kiki?”

The little blonde nodded her head enthusiastically.

Jake changed his film while Kiki offered Angela another wine, which she eagerly drank to the bottom of the glass again.

Ready to shoot again, Jake came up to the two women dead center of the room.

“Okay, let’s unbutton that blouse and show a little cleavage. Kiki?”

Angela smiled, again her chin to her chest and Kiki took the empty wine glass while the tall lady reach to open the front four buttons on her shirt.

“Mmmm,” Angela moaned despite herself and Kiki and Jake exchanged a quick glance; the wine, the attention, Angela was loosening up.

Angela was wearing a lacy push-up bra which pushed-up her big tits almost to her chin. ”Wait ’til hubby sees these,” Jake said into his camera.

He flipped off a series of pics all dead center of the pretty girl facing him, getting Angela’s innocent pretty high cheek-boned face and that magnificent cleavage from as many angles as he could.

“Ok, a little more,” Jake said after two minutes of rapid speed shooting.

“Shirt off, okay, bra unhooked; let it slip down a little but don’t take it all the way off.”

Angela peeled of her blouse as slow as she could, yet smiling all the while. Then staring directly at them both, slightl defiant even, the tall brunette reached around back of herself and undid her bra. As Jake has instructed Angela kept the cups of the sliding bra still covering her 36DD’s as the photographer clicked away.

“I’m out again,” the lanky black man said two minutes later and Kiki moved in to help her boss.

“Angela, why don’t you step into the dressing room and see if there’s anything you like,” he added.

Jake’s dressing room was replete with hundreds of different bra and panty combinations of all sizes, colors and styles.

As Jake and Kiki worked out in the main studio they heard Angela fumbling, picking up an outfit and sighing or a few “oh I couldn’ts” from the room. Jake nodded to assistant to go help their latest client.

Angela was giggling when Kiki entered the small changing room. She was topless now and attempting to fit her big boobs into a black bra.

“Here,” Kiki said handing another bra across to the woman…same style but bigger. In seconds Angela had the sexy low cut bra over herself and was pushing her huge tits into the cups…which had cut-out holes in the center of them.

“Oh my,” she said laughing. “I didn’t…”

“These go with it,” Kiki said offering the giggling woman a black thong.

“Go ahead,” Kiki prodded and turned to give Angela privacy. She heard the sound of the woman shucking down her pants, waited the requisite time she assumed it took for Angela to peal off her jeans and then her panties then turned when she heard: “Ok, I think this is right.”

Kiki turned to Angela now in an open-cupped big push-up bra and crotchless panties. She knelt to help the woman adjust and noticed just how perfect a pussy Angela had.

“Turn,” Kiki said and the tall woman over her did so. Kiki adjusted the thong so it fit perfectly in the half of Angela’s equally perfect ass. If she could have she would have knelt forward and kissed it!

“Now, try this.” Kiki said standing and reaching for a small bullet-sized vibrator.

“What’s…?” asked Angela in a slightly slurred voice.

“Just put it,” Kiki said, reached her hand down the front of Angela an while the woman stood smiling, about to kiss woman, Jake’s assistant inserted and pushed the silver bullet up through the crotch-less front of Angela’s thong and into the woman’s vagina.

“Oh oh,” Angela said as Kiki worked the vibrator up in her, just resting it between her perfect slightly silky lips.

Kiki then turned, grabbed the remote control and spun the little wheel to bring the vibrator to life. A low hum filled the rum as Angela began to squirm.

“It’ll get you in the mood,” Kiki said and helped the woman turn to leave the room.

“My…my pussy,” Angela whispered as both women smiled knowingly and came back into the studio.

“Rokay,” the man exclaimed, nodding at Kiki and smiling at Angela. “Now we’re talking!”

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