quietguy

Whew!!! I could take all of the above as an implied compliment to my writing skills, but I won't! I will tell you this--I am just glad that THAT many people cared enough about what I wrote to post an opinion!! May you all have a happy weekend. QG

Well I'm glad all of you liked it--I put in personality traits that I can pick up on here in your posts--it's kind of hit and miss. Yes, please keep in mind it is a fantasy--therefore it doesn't have to make perfect sense, but I was trying to provide some continuity between this one and the last one. And Howard, I was not implying you were gay--Greg was freaking out--that's all. Remember he doesn't know Mikayla very well, but trusts her. However, he is still a little jumpy. So when he felt another mouth on his cock--well, he freaked out a bit. I meant it as humor. I for one would love to have someone else write one for a change--but I like writing them so I will continue if people really do enjoy them. QG

Okay ladies--I hope you like it. My wrists are killing me!!!! QG Azure. That’s the word I was looking for. It described the color of the sky perfectly. Bright blue and sprinkled with some high altitude cirrus wisps on the horizon that helped transition the sky to the snow capped mountains in the distance. I was contemplating all of this scenery as I laid flat on my back in the snow, where I had landed after trying to take a turn too agressively on my skis. A quick mental inventory of any sensitive points indicated that nothing was bruised but my pride. And then I noticed the sky, and got lost for a moment in its beauty. My impromptu landscape admiration session was cut short however, by a slight splattering of snow that came my way, courtesy of another skier swooshing by who had to cut sharply to avoid me. I looked up while brushing snow off my face and caught the sensual figure on skis about 20 feet from me. She was gone very quickly, but not before I noticed her huge tits jutting out of her ski suit as she regained her speed. “Not bad,” I said to myself, “kind of looks like Mikayla.” “See anything you like?” Uh-oh, busted. I turned to look behind me and saw Mikayla standing there, flashing me her gorgeous smile. I couldn’t tell if she had seen me checking out the hottie on skis, or if she had just pulled up and was fishing for a compliment about herself. I decided to play innocent and pay her the compliment. “Lots,” I replied grinning, “but it would look a lot better out of those ski clothes.” I was relieved when she giggled. “Why don’t you help me up?” I extended my hand. She shuffled over on her skis and stuck out a hand. I grabbed it, and then pulled her down on top of me. She yelped and giggled as she collapsed into my arms. “You asshole!” she laughed, and then she stared right into my eyes with a look that just begged me to kiss her. Which I promptly did. The cold snow, the brisk air, and our warm tongues was a combination that churned my insides, and reminded me of last night when we fucked. Sounds a little vulgar, I know, but you have to understand the whole situation before you realize that it’s actually the perfect descriptive word for what we did. Mikayla and I had met at the office and had only been dating a short time, and things were just perfect between us. We were in the throes of a newfound love, but we’d both had several relationships before, and this one was definitely different. So we decided to test the waters a bit more and take a trip together—a three day ski adventure seemed perfect. We had arrived late in the afternoon the day before, and after quickly getting unpacked and grabbing a light dinner at the lodge, we settled into our spacious luxury cabin for a relaxing evening. With fireplaces in the living room and the bedroom, a large jacuzzi tub in the bathroom, a large hot tub on the deck, and a rocky mountain backdrop, we couldn’t possibly picture anything that could make the setting any more romantic. After starting roaring fires in both fireplaces, we broke out some champagne and slipped into a very comfortable and hot bubble bath. Things began innocently enough, with us just relaxing, sipping champagne and massaging each other gently. As Mikayla’s hands drifted down to my cock, she found some razor stubble. Things had been so hectic at the office that I hadn’t had time to properly prepare myself for the trip. “This just won’t do,” she said, with fake exasperation in her voice. Then she looked up at me sweetly—“Can I? I’ll be careful.” “Of course, if you really want to, but you have to use LOTS of shaving cream.” I reached over and got a can of shaving cream and a new razor out of my bag and handed them over to her. Mikayla squirted out a huge handful of shaving cream and slathered it all over my cock, balls, belly and legs. She slowly massaged it in and quickly had me completely erect. She said she had never shaved a guy before and to help her so she wouldn’t hurt me. I guided her hand but after a couple of soft, light downward strokes on my shaft, she pretty much had the hang of it. Whenever I started to concentrate too much on my small fear of getting cut and my hard-on started to go down, a few loving strokes by Mikayla on the head quickly brought me back to full attention. She took a stab (not literally) at my balls, but she really got nervous then, so I took over and quickly had them as smooth and bald as my cock. With that out of the way, Mikayla applied more shaving cream—“to condition things” she said, and slowly she started masterfully stroking me with one hand, while her other cupped my balls with her fingers gliding up and down my crack and massaging my MDP. While most guys if given the choice would prefer a blowjob, a good handjob with plenty of lube certainly has its place—kind of like a beer at the ballpark—wine or a cocktail just wouldn’t do the trick. This was one of those handjob times—my groin and belly all slathered in soft foamy shaving cream, me sitting on the side of the tub while Mikayla kneeled in front of me in the bubbly water. Her stroking was quickly bringing me to my fullest potential and I was almost ready to come. She was moaning too, which really started to drive me crazy—moans of pleasure from giving me pleasure, just incredible. My own moans and groans quickly gave way to a desire I had. “Oh Mikayla, I need to cum on your tits…oh that feels so gooooood….let me cum on your tits.” She responded in kind. “Oh yeah Greg, cum all over my tits, please, I need your hot cum on my beautiful titties.” She increased the pace of her stroking and I quickly started spasming as my hot load shot out of my cock and onto her glistening tits. They were soon covered with hot strands of my silky cum, and she massaged it into her tits with her free hand while her other finished milking my cock. As I slipped back down into the warm water, Mikayla hopped up on the side and said she needed to shave too. As I watched, mesmerized by her beauty, she quickly and expertly shaved what little stubble she had on her beautiful pussy, and quickly it was slick, smooth and gleaming. As she rinsed off the shaving cream, I couldn’t resist and found I had the most tremendous urge to lick her freshly shaved womanhood. I quickly moved over, parted her lips with my hands and literally attacked her clit with my tongue. While I licked, I worked two fingers into her welcoming pussy and Mikayla was soon moaning deliriously and shaking like a leaf. Her orgasm soon overtook her and as her pussy contracted, I lapped up her delicious juices before licking my way up her tummy to her tits, and finally to her mouth. After some tender kissing, we got out of the tub and prepared for bed. I made it into the soft bed first, and as I lay there naked, I wondered what was taking Mikayla so long. Soon she appeared in the bathroom doorway, wearing a new sapphire blue corset and crotchless panties she had bought for the trip. She looked incredible in it and she walked over and sat down next to me in the bed. She placed her hand on my silky smooth crotch and immediately started to get a rise out of me. “Does your cock need anymore, uh, “aftershave”?” she asked coyly. I nodded. “Actually yes—it needs Mikayla juice—I hear it’s very soothing.” “Oh yes, it is, I think I have some.” And with that she dropped her head down and I felt her soft full lips enveloping my now erect cock. As she sucked, throated and stroked me, I admired her body in her constricting corset. It looked really sexy, but I wondered if it might be a bit uncomfortable. I loved how Mikayla looked in it but I knew very quickly it would have to come off because I needed to suck her tits. But first the blowjob—it was stellar. She was salivating like mad—every time she pulled her mouth off my cock a string of it would connect my cock to her mouth—kind of like spider’s silk. It was a complete turn-on, and she didn’t neglect my balls either. After a couple of minutes I was completely soaked and I couldn’t take it anymore. “Oh Mikayla, I need to fuck your tight pussy, please let me fuck you!” I groaned as my hands pushed her body up and around. I was on my back, but leaning up against several pillows, and as she lowered herself down on my pole, my head was just inches away from her deliciously ripe tits. She slowly worked her pussy muscles on my cock while we ground our pelvic bones together and she raked my chest with her fingernails. Every so often she would put one or two of her fingers in my mouth and I would gently suck them, which seemed to make her moan louder. I finally couldn’t take it anymore and ripped off her corset, liberating her tits, which I attacked with wanton abandon. Licking, sucking, biting and nibbling ensued along with gruff massaging from my powerful hands. Oh she felt incredible. Finally, Mikayla couldn’t take it anymore either and began slowly bouncing up and down on my cock. I could feel the lacy edges of her crotchless panties tickiling my shaft as we thrusted, and I just knew our simultaneous orgasms were fast approaching. “Oh Greg, I love getting fucked by you. Oh I need your cum inside me, oh please fucking cum deeeeeep inside me!!” She let out a gutteral moan as I reached around and under her ass cheeks, found her pussy lips with my fingers, and spread them wide as I met her final bounce with an deep upward thrust of my cock. I buried it in her as far as I could just as my hot load pulsated out of my cock deep into her pussy. “Oh I’m coming Mikayla, oh I’m fucking cumming inside you!” “Oh I feel it, it feels sooooo fucking gooooooooood Greg, gimme your hot fucking cum!!!” And that is what I meant by saying we “fucked” last night. Yes, outside the bedroom it’s a vulgar and filthy word, and I rarely say it, but it describes our bedroom activities perfectly. Picture a layer cake—one layer is hot passion, another is lust, another is animal attraction and primal urges, and another layer is love, and it’s all covered with a frosting of trust and security. That cake is only for us and it is delicious. No one else can have any. Calling it “making love” would leave out several of the other layers; so in the private, trusting security of the bedroom, when we whisper in each other’s ears or shout from the passion, we call it “fucking”. And it just fits. As we lay next to each other and slowly drifted to sleep, Mikayla suddenly leaned up on her elbow and looked over at me in the darkness. “Greg, if we had a threesome, promise me I get all of your cum, okay?” Whoa--what the hell?!?! Where did that come from? I wasn’t even thinking of a threesome with Mikayla, had never participated in one, and had never talked to her about one. Maybe this was one of her quirks that I was encountering for the first time, and I started to laugh when she cut me short. “I’m serious Greg, if we had a threesome, I get all of your cum, whether it’s on me, in my mouth, pussy, or ass I don’t care, but she doesn’t get any of it. I get all of it. Agreed?” I was still a little shocked but also turned on as hell, and flattered. The other women I’d dated and my ex-wife—they all viewed semen as an unpleasant annoyance that went hand in hand with sex. They would have been perfectly content if they never had to deal with my hot juice, and here was Mikayla actually demanding it. Craving it. Oh that was hot. As far as I was concerned, I had no idea where she was going with this, but I was in complete agreement. “Yes Mikayla, 100% agreed. You, and only you, will get all of my cum, every last drop. No ifs, ands, or buts. Only for you baby.” And then I reached over and kissed her as passionately as I could to finalize the message. She sighed happily, laid back down, and soon we were fast asleep. And now we were finishing up just a perfect day on the slopes. Beautiful sunshine, no wind, 40 degrees, and perfect snow. We had started about 8:30 that morning after a hearty breakfast, but no morning sex. I had awakened with my usual morning wood but Mikayla would have nothing to do with it. “Save your strength for tonight, I have a surprise up my sleeve,” she had said. The only thing I could think of that it meant was some more lingerie, some sex toys, and a long session of play time. Fine by me. I didn’t mind pacing myself. By the end of the afternoon though, we were both spent. It seems no matter how good of shape you are in, by the end of the first day skiing your quads and glutes are just screaming at you for mercy. So with happy thoughts of the hot tub and cold beer to help dull the pain, Mikayla and I headed back to the cabin. After downing a beer, grabbing another, stripping down and showering, I threw on a pair of silk boxers. While Mikayla made herself up and prepared her “surprise” (whatever THAT was!) I started a roaring fire in the bedroom and living room, and cracked open another beer from the fridge. I settled onto the comfortable bed and slowly massaged my sore thighs and sipped my beer when Mikayla appeared in the doorway in a sexy lavender, low cut, thigh length, silky slip nightgown and slutty high heels. She was hiding something behind her back as she approached me and sat on the bed. “Greg, do you trust me?” Oh boy, here we go again, I thought. “Yes dear, we’ve been through this already. I trust you.” “Good, then I need you to move over here to the foot of the bed and put your arms behind the footpost.” Being the good sport that I am, I drained my beer, moved down to the foot of the bed and put my arms behind me—which Mikayla promptly handcuffed securely. She had done this once before so I felt like I knew the routine, until she brought out the blindfold. “Uh-oh.” “Don’t worry baby, this will only help heighten your sensitivity to the wonderful sensations you’ll soon be feeling.” “Well, okay, but be gentle,” I whispered, as she giggled and slipped the blindfold over me. She then kissed me long and passionately . “I’m going to put some music on.,” she whispered seductively as she pulled away from me. As the soft music started, I relaxed somewhat, and soon Mikayla was back at my side and kissing me, then moving to my neck, down to my chest, stomach and finally paydirt. I relaxed as she lovingly sucked my rock hard cock, enjoying the sensation, the soft music, and the light buzz I had from the beer. She continued her magic for a couple of minutes, then stopped suddenly and I heard some rustling. “What was she doing?” I thought to myself, but before my inquisitive mind inquired too far, she resumed her work. But something was different, it still felt great, but just—different. After a few seconds my mind started to calm down again and I got completely lost back in the sensations flowing across my body. Mikayla’s hot tongue worked its magic on my cock as her other tongue simultaneously found its way back to my mouth, and we kissed deeply and passionately. “This is great,” I thought to myself, “Mikayla’s kissing me at the same time she’s blowing me. Awesome! WAIT!!! WHAT THE FUCK—THAT DOESN’T MAKE ANY SENSE?!!” I tried to protest but Mikayla had a tremendous lip lock on me. My mind started racing a hundred miles an hour and my body tensed up. Who was the mystery person sucking my cock? My first thought scared the living shit out of me—I hope to high Zeus that’s not her friend Howard from that website she’s always talking about!!!! Oh crap that was the last thing in the world I wanted (well it could be worse and be Danny DeVito!), but before I went too far down that road, I felt the mystery guest’s long fingernails lightly raking my aching balls, and her soft pair of ample tits brushing against my thigh. Okay, calm down, at least it’s a chick, and I know Mikayla wouldn’t bring a skank into the bedroom because she would want to mess around with her too. So I finally gave up, attacked Mikayla’s tongue again and enjoyed this first time sensation of having a hot tongue in my mouth and a hot mouth slurping my cock at the same time. After another minute or two, Mikayla moved back down and for a couple of minutes I felt the pleasure of the girls tag teaming me. One would throat my shaft while the other would take my balls in her mouth and work her tongue over them. Who was who I had no idea. Finally, one of them left the work down under and raked her fingernails up my chest and started kissing my neck. When I couldn’t take it anymore, and I felt myself start to tighten up, I remembered what Mikayla had said about giving her all my cum. “Mikayla, oh fuck that feels good! I’m about to cum baby!” “Oh come on baby, give me your hot fucking load down my throat! Give it to me now baby!” Her answer confirmed that it was Mikayla down there finishing me off. Mystery Girl then proceeded to deeply kiss me as I quickly lost control and pumped my hot cum into Mikayla’s welcoming mouth . It was just such an incredible feeling, our soft tongues clashing while my cock was being swallowed by Mikayla. As things subsided, Mikayla came up for air. She made her way back up to my mouth and, playfully pushing Mystery Girl away, she began kissing me again. “Hey, no fair!” Mystery Girl pouted, playfully. “What’s in this for me?” Whoa—I knew that voice. Holy fucking shit! “Whitney, is that you?” I struggled to see through the blindfold to no avail. She giggled—I knew that laugh. Oh shit, it WAS Whitney!!! Whitney (or Curvacious Lust as I had nicknamed her) was the CEO’s assistant at work—she and I always flirted playfully there and I was always fantasizing about getting a handjob from her because she had these incredible looking hands. And now she was on the bed with us in all her glory and she had just helped Mikayla suck my cock!! Mikayla chimed in playfully, “I’ll show you what’s in it for you bitch!” as I felt her climb over me to Whitney. I could hear sounds of kissing and then felt the bed jiggle as they fell over in a pile, moaning. “Okay, did somebody forget about me?” I asked to no one in particular. I was completely ignored as their moaning and writhing increased. Realizing they had no immediate plans to unleash me, I stood up and bent over, easily lifting my shackled arms up and over the four foot post on the bed. Then I sat down and contorted my body enough to bring my cuffed hands under my feet and up in front of me, but not before losing my balance and falling off the bed. “Ow shit!!” Moans and kissing were the only sounds that reacted. Now I was pissed. I ripped off the blindfold, looked at the two of them going at it, said an admiring “Whoa!”, then began looking around for the handcuff keys. There on the dresser. As I unlocked the cuffs I thought to myself, “Allright bitches. Play time is over!!” I threw the cuffs down, walked over to Mikayla and CL, raised both my hands and slapped each of their asses as hard as I could. They each yelped and sat up, both giving me “What the fuck?” looks. “I’m helping out here whether you like it or not, but it’s going to be a few minutes until I can get hard again, so who wants their pussy licked first?” Mikayla responded like a trouper. “Oh Greg, let’s give Whitney a treat first, whatta ya say?” I responded with action, diving onto the bed and spreading CL’s legs wiiiiiide. Mikayla and I both went after her pussy with our tongues, simultaneously licking her clit and halfway kissing each other at the same time. We both stuck a finger in CL’s welcoming pussy as I moved my tongue down and began rimming her tight pink asshole. Mikayla continued working CL’s clit as we moved our fingers in and out of CL’s hot pussy in unison. CL was moaning like crazy and digging her fingers into the sheets as her body quickly began rocking to the effect of the tremendous orgasm tearing through her body. We continued our work however, until she had come two more times, her moans turning into desperate screams during the last one. Completely satiated, she pulled herself away and my smile grew as I pushed Mikayla back down on the bed. “Your turn sweety,” I said gleefully as I pulled CL down next to me so she could help. CL and I then repeated the procedure on Mikayla, working her clit with our tongues, fingering her together, with me eventually rimming her asshole while CL nibbled her clit. CL and I enjoyed some surreptitious kissing as well, as our tongues found each other when both of us were working Mikayla’s engorged clit. Mikayla was writhing in ecstasy as she moaned orders to us. “Oh, fuck yeahhhhh….lick that hot pussy, oh finger me, oh yeah fucking lick that hot clit!” I responded in kind with “Oh baby I love licking this hot sweet pussy of yours…gimme your pussy juice baby…I need your hot pussy juice!” Soon Mikayla was shuddering in orgasmic bliss and digging her nails into the sheets as well. Three orgasms later and she was completely spent as well. As the three of us lay there recovering from our fun, I suggested we pop into the hot tub and enjoy the moonlit night on the deck. The girls eagerly agreed and I loaded up on beer for all of us and we all ran out naked onto the deck and got into the hot tub. The hot water mixed with the cold night air was invigorating, and as we all huddled together and sipped our beers, we fell into easy conversation like the old friends that we were. Mikayla and CL actually started to remind me of sisters—they just got along so well with each other. But they weren’t acting like sisters now, more like crazed hyenas. I’ll be damned if they didn’t start making out again, right in front of me like I wasn’t even there. What the fuck!?!? “Allright, if you two are going to keep that up, one of you needs to be riding my cock at the same time!” My feelings were hurt. “You go first Whitney,” Mikayla offered to CL. CL giggled a little and then climbed on top of me. As she worked her way down my pole, she and I both felt relief from all the tension our office flirting had built up between us. She worked herself up and down a couple of times on my cock before coming very quickly. Mikayla looked at me worried but I shot her a comforting wink. I was an orgasm and 3 beers into it, I was in NO danger of coming too soon. Mikayla moved over to CL and they gently began to kiss. CL’s orgasm subsided and she seemed a little upset. “Fuck!!! I came too fast. Can I please ride his cock a little bit longer? I really need this Mikayla!” “Of course, it’s okay!” Mikayla responded warmly, and then kissed her deeply. I of course was turned on as hell. “Yeah, Whitney, it’s okay, ride my cock baby, I need to fuck you more.” My hands moved up to play with her tits while the girls made out like long lost high school lovers. I quietly met CL’s thrusts with my own and otherwise tried not to disturb their makeout session. I did however, move my hand underneath Mikayla and massaged her clit and fingered her as she continued to kiss CL deeply. I don’t know how they did it, but soon both of them orgasmed simultaneously—CL’s pussy clamping down on my cock and Mikayla’s pussy gripping my fingers. It was all very very hot. As CL slowly worked herself off my still hard pole, Mikayla moved over and took her place. They resumed their makeout session as I pounded Mikayla’s pussy underwater and repeated my fingering technique on CL. After about ten minutes, another shockwave enveloped us, as all three of us climaxed in unison—CL and Mikayla’s sweet pussies contracting and my cock shooting yet another volcanic load deep into Mikayla’s love hole. As the shockwaves subsided, we enjoyed more beer and quiet conversation, all the while taking in the cold night air and the moonlight. After about 20 minutes, we decided to jump out and get back inside. I had one more scene to play out before we called it an exhausted night. We quickly toweled off inside and the girls jumped into bed while I added several logs to the fire in the bedroom. The intense heat was very soothing, as the three of us laid on the bed and relaxed, our hands exploring and stroking each other’s bodies. Soon our stroking and kissing started to turn serious, so I decided it was time to steer things in the direction I wanted. “Mikayla, do you need your pussy licked?” I asked. “Of course—I could always use a good pussy licking. Who wants to do the honors?” “Whitney, would you mind?” I asked, hoping she would still be into it. “Sure, as long as you can lick mine Greg.” CL had read my mind. “Well, let’s get to it then!” I ordered, as CL laid back and Mikayla straddled her face. I spread CL’s legs wiiiide once again and got down to business. Mikayla was facing me, and although she was mostly lost in the magic that CL was working on her love hole, she glanced down at me from time to time, I think to make sure I wasn’t enjoying myself too much. CL’s pussy was tasty, just like Mikayla’s. After lapping up her sweet mellifluence for a few minutes, and feeling her orgasm, I stood up, my cock now hard again. Her legs still spread, I began teasing her pussy with the head of my cock, working it around her lips and her opening. Her moaning increased so I finally inserted myself into her and slowly began thrusting. I looked up to see Mikayla’s eyes burning a hole in me. I could almost read her mind as her words from last night came back into my brain. Of course I had no intention of cumming inside CL, but I wanted to tease Mikayla a little, because you know, that’s just the kind of guy I am. After thrusting into CL for a few minutes, I increased my pace and intensity, spreading her legs back even farther and just giving her an incredible pussy pounding. Her moaning increased, which made her latch onto Mikayla’s pussy even harder, causing Mikayla to quake like a leaf, which turned me on even more. CL’s pussy felt incredible, it had been such an exerting day, and my quads were burning again. Oh I needed to cum bad now, but I held off for the sake of more theatrics. I began moaning too, with each pounding thrust into CL I moaned. CL groaned, I moaned, and Mikayla got pissed. “Don’t you dare, don’t you FUCKING DARE Greg!!” hissed Mikayla to me. Oh shit, for some reason that turned me on even more, so much so that I almost did come, but I managed to hold off, even when I felt CL’s hot drenched pussy clamp down harder than I had felt all night. As CL bucked and writhed, she stopped licking Mikayla as she was completely losing control. Suddenly, and I don’t know how this happened, CL’s pussy shot a stream of liquid that hit me in the belly like a fire hose! Holy shit the girl was ejaculating!! I had seen Mikayla do it once before but even then it was something so new to me, and now here was CL doing it too! That nearly sent me over the edge. I groaned louder as I fought for control of my own body. “Oh fuck you better not FUCKING CUM ASSHOLE!!!” Mikayla shouted as she mashed her pussy back down on CL’s mouth. CL’s spasms and squirting slowly subsided as her orgasm passed and she dutifully and hungrily started attacking Mikayla’s pussy again. I thought Mikayla looked upset and I felt bad for pushing her so far, but I was a little pissed off too since I thought she trusted me. Plus I didn’t like being called an asshole. When I pulled out of CL’s quenched pussy, Mikayla immediately saw that I was still rock hard, and a look of relief crossed over her face. I was slightly perturbed however, and although I planned to give her my cum, I was going to make her work for it. I stood up on the bed and straddled CL, with my cock, glistening with CL’s love juice, square in Mikayla’s face. Mikayla looked up at me sweetly and grabbed it with her hands and started to suck it when I stopped her by grabbing her by the back of her hair and pulling tight. “Put your hands down bitch. I’m going to feed this hard cock to you. Do you want me to feed my cock to you?” I pulled harder on the hair. Mikayla winced but I could tell she was really turned on as well. “Yeah Greg. Fuck yeah, feed me that hard cock, oh feed it to your slutty bitch Greg.” That was all I needed to hear. I grabbed the base of my cock and balls with my right hand and slowly shoved it into Mikayla’s open mouth, while my left hand controlled her head movements with the fistful of hair I had grabbed. I moved her head back and forth, fast and then slow as Mikayla expertly sucked and throated my cock while her hands played with her clit and CL’s tongue. “Do you like how your bitch girlfriend’s juices taste?” I asked as I thrust deep into Mikayla’s hungry mouth. “Oh fuck yeah, oh feed that delicious juicy cock to me baby, aaaaaaahhhhhh!” We carried on like this for a good five minutes until I decided it was time to come. Since I was now 2 orgasms and 5 beers into it, I needed Mikayla to really work me over to get me to come, so I reached down and brought her hands up to my cock. She immediately took over, and as I held onto her hair for dear life, she expertly stroked me with one hand, while cupping my balls and fingering my asshole with her other hand. The massaging, sucking, throating, humming and fingering were all combining to get me completely rigid, and I slowly started to feel that familiar feeling begin to surface in my legs. Very quickly I was shaking and wailing as my orgasm throttled up through my body, into my cock and down into Mikayla’s awaiting throat. At the last second her finger moved up into my ass an inch or two and skyrockets started going off. My cock felt like it was 10 feet long as my orgasm stretched my sensory perception to its absolute limits. All the while Mikayla kept her form perfectly, taking all of my silky cum without missing a drop. As my orgasm slowly subsided, I pulled out of her mouth, dropped to my knees and kissed Mikayla very deeply, almost sloppily, as her juices, my juices, and CL’s juices washed over our tongues. As we passionately kissed, completely caught up in the moment, I felt CL slide down a bit and take my still half throbbing cock in her mouth and suck whatever little juices down that may have remained. After another 30 seconds or so we all collapsed on the bed, exhausted, and fell immediately to sleep. Postscript The next morning, after we awakened and freshened up a bit, the three of us sat back in bed and recounted what had happened the night before. CL had had a fantastic time, but she couldn’t stay since she had met a hot guy on the slopes yesterday and had a date with him tonight. She was giddy and said she couldn’t wait to see if HE could make her squirt too! She said that the only thing that could be a perfect ending for her would be if Mikayla and I gave her a real life lesson in anal sex. She just wanted to watch while we did it and maybe try to help out. Mikayla was absolutely thrilled and I was excited as well. CL grabbed a bottle of lube as Mikayla gave her instructions. Mikayla was next to me, with her back facing me. I kissed and gently bit her neck as CL followed her instructions and began lubing my cock, taking it into her hands and quickly bringing me to full attention. She worked lube into Mikayla’s crack as well and tentatively fingered her ass as Mikayla’s moaning gave her the encouragement she needed. CL then grabbed the base of my cock and balls and guided the tip over to Mikayla’s awaiting ass. Waiting for Mikayla’s nod, CL then slowly pushed my cock into Mikayla’s soft ass and watched with large eyes as it slowly disappeared up to my balls. When I slowly began thrusting, Mikayla turned her head to me and we kissed deeply. As I pulled partially out on each thrust, CL would wrap a couple of fingers around my cock and balls and give a me a comforting massage before I pushed back into Mikayla. After about 5 minutes of this, Mikayla instructed CL to begin inserting the large glass dildo she had lubed up into her pussy. As Mikayla’s hot holes took in each tool completely, poor CL’s eyes bugged out with erotic fascination. Mikayla’s moans reached a new pitch as my cock got pleasantly squeezed by her ass and the glass dildo, and soon I was on the verge of coming. After whispering my intentions into Mikayla’s ear, she silently nodded and I could tell she was ready too. After a couple more soft thrusts I exploded in ecstasy in Mikayla’s hungry ass, as her pussy clamped down on the glass dildo and went berserk. I glanced down and noticed CL fingering herself to an orgasm as well, as she was completely turned on by the spectacle. After things had subsided, the three of us took a hot shower in the oversized bathroom and had another enjoyable time soaping each other to orgasms. After we dried off and had a late brunch, CL said her goodbyes and headed off to get some much needed rest before her hot date that night. Mikayla and I then kissed tenderly in the doorway, went back to the bed, and fucked.

Hmmmm CL--that gives me an idea for my next fantasy!!! QG

BTW, when is the next installment of the Mikayla adventures? Inquiring minds want to know??? Mikayla Well, as soon as my wrists stop being so sore from reading, I mean writing, the last one. Are you trying to tell me that you and CL are ready for another round??? QG

Personally, I found your "Uugghh men!" comment hilarious Mikayla. It's obvious to most of us knuckle draggers what you meant. Thank you Mikayla for helping to educate the women (and men) out here!!! Us guys need more swallowing females that is for sure. QG

I'm happy you liked it CL--the hands thing was a lucky guess. I have a thing for them--feminine looking, soft, bright red nail polish, so I projected that on you. Glad to hear it was accurate!! QG

Repay the favor huh--let's see. Nope, can't do that, we're both married. Okay...nope can't do that either. Wait, there's....no that would be a no-no as well. Well, allrigtht, since I stayed up so late finishing it, how about a nice cup of gourmet coffee (and then a blowjob--sorry I just had to throw that in)? Glad you enjoyed it. QG

As always ladies--for your pleasure and all in good fun!! QG “What do you think Greg?” Keith asked, in his usual nasal and snotty tone, rudely tugging me from my daydream about Whitney, the CEO’s administrative assistant who was sitting across the glossy table from me. “I think you should suck my BIG, HAIRY COCK, you ASSHOLE!” I growled, emphasizing each syllable. Of course I didn’t actually say that, but that’s what I thought anyway. Now, there were three falsehoods in that thought, the biggest one being that I didn’t want Keith anywhere near my cock now or ever. The second was that my cock is not hairy. My old girlfriend and I had once spent a lazy Saturday morning shaving each other and then having the best oral sex of our lives--so clean, so smooth, and no loose hairs in our mouths. The intercourse was incredible too, so we kept things that way down there permanently. Even though we had broken up a year ago (she chose to relocate, I liked being in the city), I still kept my cock and balls very smooth, assuming whomever I hooked up with next would like it as well. The third and final little white lie was that, well, my cock is only average length and girth. Plenty big to have a great time with, but nothing to write home about. I’ve never had any complaints, mind you, and if you happen to be one of those women who say they need a huge cock to get off, then honey we need to have a LONG talk, preferably with some good champagne and an assortment of sex toys, so I can educate you on the extensive art of sexual satisfaction, which encompasses so much more than me banging you with my “average” rod. I’m sure you will see things my way afterward. Like I said, I’ve never had a complaint. Now Keith had pissed me off, mainly because I had been daydreaming about Whitney, or more specifically, Whitney’s tits and hands. She always sat across from me during these Friday afternoon staff meetings, giving me a shy smile when I came in to take my place at the executive conference table. She just had these hands that intrigued the hell out of me. They looked soft and sexy, and I always enjoyed imagining them lubed up and wrapped around my cock, slowly jerking me into pleasurable oblivion. My daydream always ended with me shooting my hot, pearly white silk onto her welcoming face, her hair, her blouse, her huge tits, you name it. I had a nickname for Whitney—Curvaceous Lust—CL for short. CL was just plain sexy. I never saw her when she wasn’t sitting behind a desk, but I did playfully flirt with her every time I had to meet with the CEO. Her phone rang off the hook and she was always in the middle of a big pile of papers, so our friendly banter never did get to last long. But I liked her—she was cool. And she always got me in to see the CEO when I needed to—she had that power and used it. People like Keith pissed her off too and as a result, he could hardly ever get in. So as I sat there in the staff meeting, daydreaming about the weekend and a CL hand job, while straining to see through the gaps in her buttoned-up blouse (I thought I saw a lacy bra and part of her pink breast), I was in no mood for Keith’s whiny, suck-up bullshit. But I did have to address his question, since the CEO was sitting there, along with all the other VP’s. So I did. What I said isn’t important here, but suffice it to say I covered myself well, pleased the CEO, and exposed something Keith had forgotten to address in his proposal. So once again, he had to backtrack, blabbering incessantly while he did so, finally shutting up when the CEO had had enough and moved the meeting on to another topic. After the staff meeting, as things wound down for the weekend, I was in my office cleaning up some files on my desk, when I got pissed off again. It wasn’t Keith this time though, it was our chirpy bitch corporate attorney, Mikayla. Man, I couldn’t stand that whore. Why, you ask? Several reasons actually. Numero uno—she talked too damn loud. Always in Keith’s office, right next to mine, and she was frequently blathering endlessly about this contract, or that contract, and completely ruining my concentration. So I always had to get up and shut my office door. Keith would never shut his door even though I had asked him to many times. Mikayla was hot, and Keith, being a lonesome loser, liked being seen with her in his office. And why was she always asking for his opinion on things? The guy was a transparent dumbshit but she acted like she hung on his every word. Was she THAT stupid too? I didn’t know because the bitch never talked to me. Granted we didn’t work on the same projects like she and Keith did, but still, hadn’t she heard of being friendly? The final thing to piss me off about her is that in the last few weeks, she had been either coming from or going to Keith’s office when she managed to drop something right in front of my office door—a pen, a file, a calculator. She always turned her back to me, and directly in my line of sight, she would bend over at the waist to pick up whatever had dropped out of her dumb bitch hands. And the view was incredible. The last time she was wearing some perfectly tailored light gray slacks with some black, sandal-type high heels. I swear when she bent over I could see her pussy lips outlined in her crotch. Now I just couldn’t take that kind of torture. I didn’t like the slut, and it pissed me off that she was so good-looking because deep down I would have loved to bang that hot body. But I couldn’t get to know her since I had no business reason for talking to her and our corporate culture was so stiff. So I disliked her—immensely. It just made it easier that way. So I shut my door (again!) and tried to get back to what I was doing, which wasn’t much since I was basically killing time until the weekend started. I had finished up a couple of grueling acquisition projects earlier this week and had finally gotten some good catch-up sleep the night before. After working the last two weekends, I was looking forward to just being lazy for a couple of days. As I calmed back down and got lost in my thoughts again, a knock sounded on my office door. Fuck! Now what!? “Come in!” I said gruffly. “Hi Greg, can I ask you something?” Mikayla said sweetly as she poked her head in the door. Oh shit, what did SHE want? “Sure.” There, I kept it short and sweet for the slut. “I didn’t know if you knew this or not, but today is my last day at the firm. I’m joining Lawson and Sweet downtown.” She had come in and was standing in full view now. Damn she was tasty looking. “Oh, no I didn’t,” I replied while wondering why I felt my heart sinking. Mikayla didn’t actually work for our company, she was outside legal counsel that we had on retainer. She officed a few buildings away, but came over 2 to 3 times a week to prance her happy ass around, talk to Keith, and piss me off. Leaving her current firm meant she wouldn’t be coming around anymore. While I couldn’t say I would miss her personality, I would miss that ass and those awesome looking tits I was now seeing clearly for the first time. Damn they were big! Even shrouded by the lightly starched, cotton, long sleeved stylish blouse she was wearing, it was obvious she was well endowed. I felt my balls start to stir. “Well, they’re having a happy hour for me at Mother’s starting at 5:30. I wanted to personally invite you. Can you come?” She actually looked sincere. I started to smile but caught myself—remember Greg, you don’t like this smarmy piece of ass, I told myself as I regained my composure. Besides, you hate the Rush Street scene. Play it cool dude. “I don’t know, maybe. We’ll see.” “Well I really hope you can make it. I’m really going to miss all of you guys here, and I’ve always wanted to get to know you but just haven’t had the chance. You know, since Scott handles all your contracts.” Her voice was softer now, not like the fake one she used in Keith’s office. I liked it. “Okay Mikayla. I’ll try to be there. Thanks for the invite.” See? I’m not a complete ass. Once I started to see a different side of the cunt I rethought things. What the fuck was THAT all about anyway? Did she really want to get to know me, or was she just trying to fill up the bar with as many suck-ups as she could to bolster her own suffering self-esteem. Hell if I knew, but I figured I had nothing to lose so I decided to go. If the happy hour sucked I could always use the opportunity to scope out some fresh pussy. Surprisingly, the happy hour was hopping after all. Most of downtown must have had a couple of crazy weeks because the place was packed with people wanting to blow off steam. I saw the crowd from my company so I grabbed a drink and headed over. I could see the top of Mikayla’s blonde head but nothing else since a forest of oh-so willing cock surrounded her. Oh, and Keith was right there in the middle, but I’m not sure he actually has a penis so he didn’t count. I said hi to a few people, and sat down at a table, took a swig of my drink, took a long slow look around the place, and was pleasantly surprised when my eyes returned to the table and saw that Whitney, aka Curvaceous Lust, and her sexy hands and 40DD tits had sat down across from me. Where the hell had SHE come from, I wondered. She had blindsided me. CL and I began our normal office chit-chat and I began to relax and enjoy myself. She really was a nice person and we eagerly and easily traded interesting personal tidbits about each other. Of course the whole time we were talking I was imagining those hands on my rod, or my rod between those titties. Or those lips. Even when she told me about her boyfriend the fantasizing didn’t stop. I think she was kind of into me as well and just as I started devising a way to check her interest in coming home with me for the evening, we were interrupted. “Hi guys! Having fun?” It was, you guessed it, Mikayla and her annoying ebullient smile. Yes, whore, we ARE having fun now please fuck off! What?! I said please! My black cloud had returned. Mikayla’s butt-insky caused Whitney to become conscious of the time, and, checking her watch, she stood up and said she was running late for a date. At least SHE’LL get laid tonight, I thought, as she made her way out the door, but not before giving me a longing look as she left. Wow—I may have to find a way to get to know her better—something tells me she might be a lot of fun. What wasn’t fun was having the bitch called Mikayla back in my face. Or at least it wasn’t fun yet. I looked back to where our company group had been and was surprised to see most of them gone. I checked my watch—7:10. “Where’d everyone go?” I asked. “Oh you know, the usual—home, family, dinner, dates.” “Where’s Keith?” “I told him to run along now; that I needed to discuss a project with you,” Mikayla said coyly, shooting me a sideways glance. “Of course that was just bullshit to get rid of him.” What the fuck was going on here? I thought she LIKED Keith. “Oh, okay, so what’s the deal?” I pressed. “Greg, I get the impression you don’t like to fuck around, I mean, you can be pretty blunt.” Lucky guess, whore. She continued. “I’m the same way. And I’m going to lay it all out here. I want to get to know you better. I haven’t worked with you, but I’ve gotten an impression of you from some of the monthly meetings and by seeing how people talk about you around the office—and I like it.” Okay balls, why the hell are you starting to stir around down there? Calm down and let me listen to what this beautiful bitch is saying. “Well why here, why now?” I was actually curious. I liked her bluntness, but, I mean, what the fuck?! “Because I start with the new firm on Monday, and I’ll immediately be ass-deep in work. It could be weeks before I come up for air, so why don’t we have a drink and get down to business?” She leaned into the table with those beautiful tits cradled by her arms. She was damn good-looking I must admit. I had never been this close to her and I found her looks, well, captivating. Satiny blonde cascading tresses, absolutely vibrant skin, perfect makeup. Lips, well, lips I could imagine sucking on my cock, or kissing. How would her tongue feel? Okay missy, let’s get to know each other, I’m game. Hell my balls are flopping around down there like a couple of frogs playing grab-ass and my spidey senses are tingling like crazy, so I must be at least halfway attracted to you. Let’s rumble. The conversation was a little awkward at first as we stumbled around for some common ground, but we soon hit a stride and things really started to flow. She did most of the talking initially, which was a good thing because after a couple of minutes I could tell this slut was smart as hell. Maybe even as smart as me. Maybe. We easily rolled from subject to subject, hither and yon, with no real organization to it, just a free flowing, almost stream of consciousness-like conversation. I hated to admit it, but I was impressed. I even started to like her. Of course I wanted to bone her, but that’s natural. To actually like the person, well you can’t fake that. She was really surprising me. I had no idea how she felt about me—I mean she had devoted this time to get to know me, so I was flattered, but how did she feel now, after talking with me for 45 minutes? I didn’t have to wonder long; I felt her hand on my knee when she made a specific point about something. Okay, that did it, now my night snake was in the game—the frogs had gone bonkers and woken up daddy. Easy big fella! Or average fella! Whatever! I leaned into the table to hide my rising hard-on, when Mikayla leaned in closer, moved her hand up my thigh, and looked straight at me. “Greg, are you hard yet?” She meant business—and I liked it. I stared right back at her, hard, and nodded. “Good, because I’m starting to get wet. I think we need to go.” Easier said than done, lady. I wasn’t going anywhere until this boner calmed down a bit. So she got up to hit the john, while I paid the tab and collected myself. Out in the parking lot, as I opened my car door for her, it happened. We started making out like savages, slashing at each other with our tongues while our hands copped every feel possible. I got pussy, ass, pussy, tit and more ass. She got cock, ass, chest, back and more ass as well. After a couple of minutes we finally made it into the car and started right back into it. By now I had her shirt unbuttoned and her bra undone and I was squeezing those fantabulous titties and drinking in her awesome perfume. She moaned like a sick calf and I knew I had to have her. But not here. My house was 20 minutes away, hers was 30. Okay, my house. I somehow got the car started and headed down the street as her hands worked to get my cock out of my slacks. Once she accomplished that task, she dropped her head down and proceeded to get to know me better. Oh shit she felt good, sliding her mouth up and down on my completely rigid flagpole. It’s a funny thing, road-head. It’s like the ultimate in mutual trust. She’s hoping you don’t slam into a brick wall and kill her, and you’re praying she doesn’t bite off your knob when you hit a pothole. Her technique was stellar, gripping the base of my cock with her hand to keep herself centered, while smothering the top half with her mouth and tongue. At red lights, she gave me an incredible ache by lightly clamping her teeth around my cock and nibbling. I still hadn’t cum as we pulled into my garage, mostly due to the numbing sensation of the alcohol and the 5 or 6 cops we passed on our journey. But I was ready. My balls were absolutely screaming at my brain to release them from their swollen torture. But not yet. Just a few more minutes. We moved into my kitchen, where we continued to make out while stripping off clothes. I ended up with just my heavily starched dress shirt on, while Mikayla was down to a black thong, her high heels, and her unbuttoned starched blouse. I made her leave it on, as she looked sexy as hell in just this bare minimum outfit. We moved into my carpeted living room where she dropped to her knees again and set out to finish the job she had started in the car. With the lights on low, I had a perfect view of her as she attacked her work. Just an incredible specimen. Eyes closed, some increasing moaning, tits slightly swinging back and forth, shoulders bathed in soft cotton, and those heels. Oh those heels. The torture was just too much at that point as my body began to seize up. At the very last second I clasped my hand on top of the one she had on my cock and pulled out of her mouth. Uhhhhhhh—a hot streak of creamy hot silk lashed across her left cheek. Uhhhhh-another across her chin and and open mouth. Uhhhhh-now one on her neck and the collar of her blouse. Uhhhh-another good one across her left breast. I traced my still throbbing cock along a slickened path from her soft titties, up her neck, and back into her welcoming mouth, where she sucked what little cum I had left down her deep throat while she massaged my balls for more. After wiping my cum from her cheek, chin, neck and tit with her hand, she slowly licked her fingers clean while gripping my cock in her other hand. She and I were both panting like spent hyenas, and as I helped her up to her feet I could feel the slight moistness of her skin. I picked her up in my arms and carried her to my bedroom. A slight look of surprise moved across her face as I stood her in front of my large, 6 foot high, mahogany chest-on-chest. The thing is built like a tank and weighs about 500 pounds. I stripped off Mikayla’s blouse and helped steady her as she pulled off her thong. I then pulled a long velvet strap from behind each side of the chest where they were bolted in, and tied one each to Mikayla’s delicate wrists. I then brought a blindfold out and placed it over her eyes. She offered no complaint, but I could tell she was slightly nervous by the unevenness of her breathing. “Relax,” I whispered huskily, “you’re going to love this.” She smiled and giggled slightly as I started rubbing and massaging her magnificent ass. I had left my bathroom light on, and it was spilling into my bedroom and hit her body just perfectly. I could tell she worked out as I saw her toned arm and leg muscles strain slightly against the velvet straps. I had some sex toys my girlfriend and I had bought just before our breakup, but never used, and out of the bag in my closet I pulled a large feather, a soft leather harness that looked like a jockstrap, and the vibrator and clit vibe that went along with it. She heard me rustling around and I could tell she was a little nervous. “What are you doing back there?” she asked, the tone of her voice telling me she felt out of control of the situation--in which I took special delight. I didn’t answer her. Instead I walked over in front of her and tickled her tits with the feather. Her nipples immediately got erect and she pulled back a little and smiled. I gave her a deep, reassuring kiss and she quickly settled down. I then moved behind her and began rubbing the feather on her ass and down her crack. She pulled tight against the straps, spread her legs about 3 feet apart, and arched her back slightly, blindly pushing her ass up towards the soft feather. And then I let her have it. WHACK!!!! “OW!!! FUCK!!!” she yelped as she jumped about a foot in the air and almost fell down, losing her balance from my spanking. I could almost sense the shock and awe pulsating through her nerve endings. I stood silent, waiting for more reaction from her, when surprisingly, she pulled blindly at the straps, struggled to get back into her original position, and then slowly raised her ass again. THIS, was cool. WHACK!!! I slapped her ass harder this time, right across both cheeks, leaving a crimson handprint. This time she yelped again, and her knees buckled, but she held her ground. Oh, I am impressed, I thought to myself, VERY impressed! Again she raised her ass, and now I noticed her straining against the velvet straps, pulling them taut as her only means of support. WHACK!!! Another hard one across her backside, but she held her ground beautifully again and only registered a hard grunt and heavier breathing. WHACK!!! WHACK!!! WHACK!!! Shit, that last one hurt MY hand!!! I sensed the beginnings of a deep sensual moan from Mikayla, its euphonious sound resonating through my own nerve endings and causing my cock to stir once again. Oh man, she was really starting to like this! As I slowly and methodically continued slapping her bodacious ass, her moaning increased in volume and I could just sense that she was getting wetter by the second. We seemed to develop a synchronized rhythm, with me slapping and her reacting and then pushing her ass back into position. After 10 long minutes of this, we were both covered in a glossy sheen of perspiration and she seemed to be hyperventilating. My cock was absolutely rigid and I couldn’t stand it anymore. I had to eat that delicious looking pussy and ass. I moved in behind Mikayla, knelt down, and gently pulled apart her cranberry colored ass cheeks while moving my tongue in for the kill. She was completely drenched from both perspiration and her peachy secretions and I drank it all in. I hadn’t noticed earlier but she was completely shaven and had a clit piercing. I flicked my tongue up to her clit and brought it into my mouth, slightly nibbling and licking it while her moaning shot up an octave. As seismic tremors began moving up her legs, signaling her imminent orgasm, I gave her magnificent pussy lips one last lick, inserted my thumb into her love hole, and brought my tongue up to her asshole to finish her off. As I swirled my tongue around her smooth ass opening, her quivering legs almost began spasming as her body exploded in primeval pleasure. She screamed in ecstasy and jerked her head back and forth as her body fought her mind against the riptide of her passion. I slowly moved my tongue up her back as I stood up and enveloped her from behind with my arms and body. Her spasms slowly waned as I massaged her shoulders and neck, and her breathing calmed down to more normal levels. Our bodies seemed to fit perfectly and I slowly realized I was actually starting to genuinely care for Mikayla at that point. I actually felt bad about the way I had initially perceived her at work, and wondered if this was going to be just a one-night stand or the start of something incredible. What she said next sealed the deal, at least for me anyway. “Oh Greg,” she whispered, still slightly out of breath. “Please fuck me, PLEASE stick your hard cock deep into my aching pussy and fuck me. Just please fuck me!!” She seemed to be on the verge of tears—she was actually begging me. She continued on with her dirty talk as I obediently obliged, slipping my rock hard I-beam into the welcoming fleshy sauna that was her pussy. Oh shit, she was tight, and I fought for self-control as she began hard thrusting backwards into me. She was back to pulling on the straps as she rode me in mid-air. “Oh fuck me!! Fuck my tight pussy with your hard cock!!” Now this kind of talk was going to send me hurtling over the cliff of self-control, but I so badly wanted to hold off in order to tap that fine ass of hers. I continued thrusting with her while I thought of ways to hold off my orgasm until she came—let’s see, there was golf, baseball, Curvaceous Lust—whoa, what the fuck was she and her hands doing here in my mind? Think of something else prick—quick!! Okay, okay, I pledge allegiance to the flag…..” My mind splintered amongst 7 different subjects as I tried to keep the pleasure signals my cock was transmitting from taking over my whole body. Finally, after a long few minutes, Mikayla tightened up again and let out another lung busting scream—sending quivers of pleasure into my own body as this new orgasm rocked hers. She fell to her knees after the fourth shudder passed through her, losing my cock along the way. As she sat there with her strapped arms over her head, I leaned in and asked her if she was okay. “That was so fucking awesome!!” she panted, then brought her mouth to mine in a grateful kiss. “So---fucking---awesome!!!” “Can we try one more thing?” I asked, almost in disbelief. “Oh fuck yeah!! Whatever you want Greg, you can do anything to me!”” With that reassurance, I left her there momentarily while I retrieved the leather harness, vibrator and clit buzzer. After helping her back up, she slowly swung her legs into the harness and I brought it up and secured it to her waist. After lubing up the vibrator, I turned it on and slowly inserted it into her pussy and secured it into place in the harness. I then positioned the clit massager and set it for blast-off as well. Her moaning began again as she vibrated away and I began to massage her buttery smooth ass cheeks with some scented lube. She just felt incredible and seemed to be enjoying things as I slowly began fingering her asshole. She was naturally puckered up, but slowly relaxed and allowed me begin some slow thrusting with my finger. My hard-on was raging, but I wanted to make sure she was cool with what I had in mind. Lucky for me, she seemed to be thinking the same way. “Greg, do you want to fuck my ass?” she moaned slowly, obviously enjoying the sensations at her three pleasure points. “Is that okay Mikayla?” I asked, hesitantly. “Oh yeah, fuck my ass with your beautiful cock. Please fuck it,” she panted as she moved her ass back into me. With that kind of encouragement I quickly moved the tip of my cock up to her awaiting ass, and slowly pressed into her opening. I could feel some slight spasming as she fought to relax enough to allow me to enter her, but it soon subsided and I quickly found myself half way in. I squirted some more lube on her ass and my cock, and then brought myself into her fully. Mikayla immediately broke out in a mist of perspiration again, and I could feel the quivers from the vibrators as her ass loosened up even more, allowing me to begin some slow and gentle thrusting. I squirted more lube down her crack and onto my cock with each thrust, then squirted the rest on her back as I began to massage her back and shoulders while continuing to thrust. With both of her orifices comfortably full, she asked me to take the blindfold off of her eyes. “I NEED to see you fucking me Greg!” I pulled off her blindfold, and as I continued thrusting, she turned her head back towards me. Our eyes locked, and the look we communicated to each other was one of pure passion, pleasure, and satisfaction. After a few moments she closed her eyes again, faced forward, and kicked it into high gear for the home stretch. She began meeting my thrusts again, slamming her pelvis into me as I rammed into her. We continued body slamming until she let out another loud moan, followed by a final scream as her orgasm erupted throughout her body. “Oh fucking FUCK me NOW! Oh fuck me, oh fuck me, oh FUCK my ASS!!” she screamed as her quaking body and ass clamped onto my cock. I was ready, but even if I wasn’t I couldn’t have stopped it as the torrents of sensation rocked my body, sending lightning bolts out of my cock and into her tight ass. I actually heard one of the velvet straps start to rip at its mounting as once again our bodies fought to stay together as the pleasure waves crashed over us for several minutes, before slowly calming down. Mikayla fell to her knees again as my cock popped out of her ass, and she begged me to take the vibrators out of her body, which seemed to have been in an almost constant state of orgasm over the last 10 minutes. After taking off the harness and vibrators, I undid the straps on her wrist and she collapsed in a heap on the carpeted floor. I left her there as I stumbled into the bathroom and started the water in my gimonstrous jacuzzi tub. As the bubbles slowly started to form, I went to the kitchen and got some champagne out of my fridge and two crystal tulip flutes. After putting them by the now filled tub, I returned to Mikayla, slipped off her heels, and picked her up in my arms and carried her to the jacuzzi, gently placing her amidst the bubbles and marble. After climbing in myself, we laid there motionless for several minutes, letting the bubbles massage our exhausted bodies and slowly bring us back to life. After silently sipping champagne for a while, Mikayla slowly roused, and began massaging my cock under the water. As I slowly rose to attention, she rolled over on top of me and slowly worked my cock back into her welcoming pussy. A slow, quiet, almost tantric session ensued, as we tenderly kissed, stared into each other’s eyes, and rested quietly against each other. Her body just felt SO right next to mine, and as I finally orgasmed into her, she gripped me with her legs and arms as if never wanting me to leave her side. The next morning, as we stirred from our deep sleep in my comfortable, pillow-topped bed, we picked up like old friends, talking and chatting about anything and everything. I did have one lingering question however. “Mikayla, if you were attracted to me, why didn’t you say something to me a long time ago?” “I wanted to Greg, but I knew you had a strict policy against dating employees.” Where the fuck had she heard that?!?! While it was true I didn’t go looking for pussy at the office, the reality of it was that I had no such policy. And besides, Mikayla wasn’t an employee, she only worked for our company indirectly, through her law firm, which definitely meant we could have done this a long time ago. I bet Keith had something to do with this. “Who the hell told you that?” I was going to kick Keith’s ass this time. I didn’t care if I got fired. “Well Whitney of course.” Her answer hit me square in the face like a brick. And then I smiled. Oh Curvaceous Lust told you that huh? Oh did SHE have an ass slapping coming HER way, I thought to myself. Did she ever!!!

Mikayla, You are the consummate professional--thanks for the response even though you had posted before. Short on time--I couldn't check the old ones. I think I'm with you on the enema thing--seems a bit extreme. QG

40 DD??!!? Damn, CL--now I have to go back and edit my latest story before I post it! Thanks for the titbit, I mean tidbit!! Your night sounds fantastic--good luck!!! QG

Okay, guys and gals, Assuming the wife would ever want to do anal--tell me how you "prep" for the act--from a hygienic standpoint I mean. I saw an interview with a porn star once and she said if she was doing an anal scene the next day she wouldn't eat anything past 5 p.m. the day before and then give herself 2 enemas--one that night and one in the morning. Sounds a little extreme, or does it? I honestly have no clue. QG

This one is easy hrnychick--just read any and all of Mikayla's posts. 'nuff said!! QG

Oh my--you naughty girls have given me an idea for my next short story!! I love your attitudes CL and Mikayla. You two and Howard have really nailed this topic!! QG

Thank you for the kind comments ladies. I'm glad you enjoyed it. Writing is easy for me, but only if I have the right kind of motivation (your interesting posts here have provided that!). I write these on the fly, when I can grab a few extra minutes, so if you didn't find any errors I am surprised, but happy. Curvacious, I was actually trying to think of a way to weave you into my next story--I don't mean to leave you out. Why don't you give me a first name you would like me to use (not your real one of course) and I will make sure you are included (although not in a 3-way, I'm not sure the narrator of these stories would survive that!). QG I forgot to add that it may be a couple of weeks before my next story--after whipping out those first two I am SPENT!!!!! QG

All fictional and all in good fun I hope!! This one is LONG!!!! QG As one of the lead detectives in the department I was more than welcome at the crime scene, but too late to really do more than get a briefing from one of the other officers. The bank robbery was pure amateur—the perps didn’t even use masks and it was during the lunch rush so there were multiple witnesses, some of whom had managed to get the plates on the getaway car. I immediately noticed one of the witnesses, an extremely hot blonde in perfectly tailored slacks, fashionable heels (gotta love those heels!), and a conservative blouse, although darted and tailored enough to slightly accentuate her very large and very supple looking breasts. She appeared a little nervous and was standing off by herself, so I took the opportunity to saunter over. “Hi, I’m Detective Jackson, are you all right?” By this time I was right up next to her and could tell she was on the verge of tears. “I think so, I’m just shaken up a little,” she stammered with uncertainty. “Were you in there when it happened?” “Yes, I’ve never been in a situation like that before.” She then looked up at me. “I thought for a while there that I was actually going to die!” When she got that out, tears began welling up in her eyes and I just knew the poor girl, along with all the bank customers and employees, had gotten quite a shock. Without even thinking I instinctively patted her back a little, trying to comfort her without violating her space too much. As I struggled for words that didn’t sound like dumb overused cliches, she moved in close to me. “Is it okay if you hold me for a second? I can’t stop shaking,” she whispered. I nodded. Then, catching herself and eyeing my waistband she asked, “That thing won’t go off will it?” Hell yeah it will go off, I thought, and it will shoot a nice load of hot silky cum all over those beautiful, swollen tits of yours. Wait--I couldn’t believe I had just thought that! This poor woman had just had her life threatened and needed consoling and here I was thinking like a complete douschebag. Of course I meant it as a compliment because she was about the hottest piece of sweet pussy I had seen in I don’t know how long—but still, I was on the job. I’m supposed to be professional. After silently reprimanding myself I put my hand on my H&K USP .45 auto, which is what she had REALLY been referring to and patted it. “Not at all—it’s got about 4 safeties and they’re all activated.” She closed the small gap between us and I wrapped my arms around her. Damn she felt good, but I stayed focused on the matter at hand because even though it was sunny and 85, this poor girl was quivering like a leaf. She’d really had a jolt. Before I got too comfortable she quickly seemed to stiffen and collect herself, and then pulled away. “Assholes!” she muttered. Now she was pissed and I could tell that she had some sassiness in her. “I hope you catch those miserable ball-less cock swallowers!” Damn! I liked this chick!!! “Well we got a read on their plates and they’re carrying a couple grand in cash in a bag with a dye stick and smoke device. It shouldn’t take too long.” She stood there for a second, gathered herself, and seemed like she was just about back to normal. “Do you feel like you need to visit with one of the counselors about your experience?” I offered to her. “Me? Oh hell no. I’m okay—a man’s arms usually do the trick for me.” At that point I realized all those lonely nights of doing 200 push-ups before bed had just paid off. “I could use a drink though. Can you join me?” she asked, looking at me with those gorgeous eyes. “If you mean this evening I can, I’ve got to get to work right now,” I answered, silently pleading that she could wait until this evening. “Yeah, of course that’s what I meant, I’ve got to go back to the office too. Can you do it at 6?” Darlin’ I will do you, it, and whatever the hell else you can think of at 6! “Sure that’d be great!” We decided on the location and as she started to walk off, it hit me. Her name! “I’m Greg, by the way. Greg Jackson.” “I’m Mikayla,” she said sweetly. “See you tonight Greg.” I knew a Mikayla once, I thought to myself. She was very hot and very slutty. I wondered if this one would be similar. I waved goodbye to her, walked back to my car, and headed back to the station. When I got to the bar that evening I was surprised to find Mikayla in a different outfit. The slacks and blouse were gone, replaced by a black minidress with black, strapped, high heels. Gotta love those heels, but this chick looks high maintenance. Could be trouble, I thought as I slipped into the booth across from her. The french manicure and perfect, silky long hair confirmed that this chick was very particular and took good care of herself. She almost seemed intimidating, but I felt that I had seen her with her guard down this afternoon and decided that I liked her and felt very comfortable with her. That comfort only grew as we rehashed the day’s events. The bozo bank robbers had indeed been picked up about 3 hours after the robbery, covered with blue dye (like the two morons in the movie Raising Arizona) and fighting with each other outside a laundromat. We moved on to other topics and found out that we were both originally from the same part of the city and actually had some mutual acquaintances. She worked for a local marketing firm, had never been married and was pretty successful at what she did. She’d been dumped about 6 months ago by a guy who went back to his old girlfriend, and since then she had become somewhat of a workaholic. Oh and she was taking night classes too. I told her about my divorce (a casualty of my job and my ex-wife’s penchant for rich businessmen—no kids luckily), and some of the more interesting cases I had been involved with as a police detective. She was smart and funny and very sweet, easily bringing me out of the armored emotional shell us cops sometimes have built up around us in order to deal with all the scumbags on the street. The penny ante dope pushers are one thing, but the rapists, child molesters, murderers and those who prey on the old and the weak can really take a toll on you, especially after 14 years. That and the fact that the justice system seems to slap many of them on the wrist when they deserve to be beaten to death with a claw hammer usually means you are generally pissed off and irritable. So to my surprise, for the first time in a very long time, I didn’t want a night to end. This night in particular. I knew I was caught up in the moment, but it was so easy with Mikayla. And she seemed to be having a good time too. Unfortunately, due to the emotional scars from my divorce, I was having the hardest time getting the balls up to ask her over to my place. It had been ages since I’d been with a woman—I’d pretty much buried myself in my work after the divorce 5 years ago. Mikayla actually solved that problem by looking at her watch, mentioning the time, and then asking me if I would like to come over to HER place for some more drinks. I thought about THAT for about a millisecond before nodding silently and then we headed out. I followed her to her house, which was decorated impeccably, and she poured some champagne. We toasted to surviving the day’s events, and then she gave me a tour, pointing out pictures of her loved ones and friends (there were A LOT!—including an incredible pic of her in a too-small white bikini on a big boat) as we roamed the house and finished up in her comfortable bedroom. To say I was intimidated now would be the understatement of the century. She leaned up against one of the four ceiling-high bedposts and got quiet as I leaned back against her armoire. “You have an incredible place here Mikayla. Thanks for showing it to me.” She smiled sweetly and then slowly took a few steps toward me. “Do you know what carpe diem means Greg?” “Umm, is it french for “taco”?” I said a little sarcastically, my cop attitude poking to the surface slightly. Luckily for me, she laughed and got the joke. “I just feel a little different after what happened today, like I haven’t been enjoying life enough. Working too hard, you know?” Boy did I—the last couple of hours had been the absolute happiest of the last 5 years. By far. “Yes, I do know,” I whispered. What the fuck was happening, were those tears welling up in my eyes? What the hell was going on with me? This chick is going to think I’m a lunatic! But to my surprise, she had tears in her eyes as well. She moved in and hugged me, lightly first, then tight. She looked up at me again, and smiled one more time. I smiled back. This felt really good and I was dying to kiss her but again my fucked up psyche was holding me back. No problem, because she then leaned in to kiss me. A couple of slow pecks on the mouth quickly turned into a deep french kiss. It was a little chaotic at first as our tongues struggled to find a rhythm, but things got organized very quickly. And then she moaned. Oh sweet sadie that definitely got my juices flowing and before I knew it my cock was at half mast and rising underneath my slacks. Mikayla felt it poke her in the belly and she slowly helped work it upright. We eagerly kissed for another full minute before she pulled away slightly. “Greg, do you trust me?” she asked very seriously. Fuck no I don’t trust you--I’m a cop, I trust no one!! My antennae sprang up faster than an 18 year old’s pecker, but my cock controlled the situation now, so I was basically fucked. Which might not prove to be so bad. “Yes Mikayla, I trust you.” “I’m in the mood to play, are you?” “I’m in the mood for whatever you’re in the mood for, I think,” I answered, hesitating just a little. With that she backed away about 3 feet, looked me right in the eyes, tilted her head a little, and lifted her dress over her head. Holy shit—words cannot describe what I was looking at but I will try. Awesome tits. Big. Nipples as big as silver dollars. Pierced belly button (definitely hot) and a completely bald snatch. Her Barbie doll hair fell around her shoulders as she sat on the bed to take her heels off. “Leave ‘em on,” I blurted out. “Please,” I said softer. She smiled again, honored my request, stood up and turned toward the bed, shifted her feet about shoulder width apart and began to bend over, sliding her hands down her legs and staring at me the whole time. She had a tattoo on the small of her back and the bedside lamp hit her skin just right so I could see some peach fuzz there as well. She was angled away from me slightly so I couldn’t see her pussy, but I didn’t need to. It was all I could do to keep from speckling myself in my slacks. She reached under her bed and pulled up a small case, which reminded me of a tackle box. What the fuck was she going to do, put fish hooks in me? She opened it up—no fishing gear. Instead it beheld several sex toys—a couple of vibrators, dildos, some anal beads, chains with little clips attached and other odds and ends. “I want to put on a show for you, is that okay?” she asked. “Of course, I would love that.” “It’s sort of an interactive show, you have to get naked too,” she giggled. I smiled and started to take off my shirt. “Slowly,” she said, as she grabbed a glass dildo and some lube and moved up slowly onto her bed. For 36 I was still in very good shape. In addition to the push-ups every night, I do 500 crunches as well, so my chest and abs were definitely something to look at. I kicked off my shoes, took off my gun and holster and slipped off my slacks. I hesitated briefly before slipping off my underwear, but I figured if she could get naked in front of a person she had just met, I was ready to answer the challenge. My cock was at full attention, and it wobbled back and forth slightly as I walked the few steps over to her. She seemed to be satisfied because she smiled. “I see you shaved too. Do you always do that?”, she asked, while she reached under her pillow. “Actually, I read an article recently and just started doing it. Do you like it?” “I love it! And I can’t wait to feel it throbbing in my hot, hot pussy.” Okay, at this point if she had even breathed on my night stick she was going to end up with a face full of hot love cream, so I took a couple of deep breaths. And then I saw the handcuffs. What the ….??? “I need you to sit at the foot of the bed with your arms behind you,” she said, pushing me onto the bed. I was scared now, but at least it took the edge off my hard-on. Shit, I thought, I may as well. If things got too crazy I could probably jump up high enough to get my arms over the post, but I ran the risk of knocking my head against the ceiling. I could see the story now making the rounds down at the precinct. “Detective Jackson found handcuffed, nude and unconscious with a nightstick up his ass and his weapon missing.” Oh shit Mikayla, please don’t prove my people-judging skills completely wrong! By the time I got through that thought, she had me handcuffed to the post. Before anymore self-loathing thoughts could enter my mind, she was back on the bed and grabbing the lube. Oh shit. Okay ass, I thought to myself, get ready to get fucked! I closed my eyes and said a silent prayer. When I opened them again, I breathed a slight sigh of relief, at least temporarily. For Mikayla had adorned herself with a set of silver nipple clips that were connected to a thin chain stretching down to a clip on her clitoris. She was laying back against the pillows at the head of the bed and was slowly starting to touch her gorgeous pussy. “I thought I’d torture you a bit by making you watch me pleasure myself. Sort of show you how I like to have things done to me. You’ll just have to wait a bit before you get yours!” she giggled and then got down to business. She seemed to forget about me and focused totally on her own satisfaction. Talk about no inhibitions! As I watched this glorious show she eagerly began fingering herself with one hand, while the other slightly tugged on the master chain connecting her titties and clit. Her moaning started to become louder and my cock throbbed in near agony. So close to this quivering, pre-orgasmic goddess and powerless to do anything about it! She reached for the glass dildo she had put on the bed and slowly began working that into her well lubed love pie. I could only imagine that it was my cock instead and the frustration level I was feeling was pure torture. Oh Mikayla, I thought to myself, you are one dirty, slutty bitch…and I love it!!!! “I’d really like to help you Mikayla,” I pleaded softly, in agony. But she was oblivious to me at this point, as she plunged the glass dildo further and further into those beautiful lips and hole of hers. She alternated between fast and slow, and then she rotated the dildo so she could feel its beautifully sculpted ribs pulsate against the walls of her pussy. After several minutes of this, she started digging her heels into the bedcover and began lifting her hips off the bed and moaning uncontrollably as the dildo almost became a blur, she was working it so fast. Finally, with one last thrust of her hips, and what seemed to be a painfully hard tug on the chain, she let out a scream as her body began to quake with what had to be a tremendous orgasm. She started rolling back and forth and for a second I was afraid she would fall off the bed. Slowly, she started to calm down and her breathing started to normalize. My mouth was literally hanging open and I was dumbfounded. Thankful, but dumbfounded. I had never had someone perform for me, it was incredible, and I wanted her BAD!! Luckily, I didn’t have long to wait, as she gathered herself up, took off the nipple/clit clips and slowly crawled over to me. She was still panting slightly as she gave me a deep kiss, literally causing my cock to bubble over with pre-cum. “You’ve been so good, now let me see if I can help you with that,” she said matter-of-factly, and started kissing her way down my chest. When one of her tits brushed against my cock, I braced myself and began the breathing pattern I use to calm myself when I’m practicing at the pistol range. I wanted to unload on those beautiful breasts at some point, but after the torture I had been through Mikayla needed to reward me by taking my hot load down her throat. As she slowly locked her lips around the tip of my pole, I knew that is exactly what she planned to do. She knew I wouldn’t last long so she almost immediately began deep throating me and gently raking at my balls with her fingernails. I felt the sensation from my toes to my inner ear and it was incredible. Let me offer a sidebar here for you ladies about what your man feels when you give him a blowjob. When you’ve got your silky soft lips locked on his love pipe and are swirling your tongue around his shaft, he feels like he is on top of the world, nothing else matters, and he feels perfectly protected, especially if you cup his balls. Also, letting him cum in your mouth and swallowing his load completes the package. If there is love involved between the two of you, he will be eternally grateful. There is just nothing like it—you are making him feel good in the most personal way possible. Okay, enough Dr. Phil. As Mikayla continued to suck and stroke my meat, she slid off the bed and got down on her knees, pulling me off the bed in the process. I stood with slightly quivering legs, arms still locked behind me to the bedpost, as she continued her selfless act and began to moan. I wanted this to last forever, but my body wouldn’t cooperate, and when she took her tongue and licked me from my balls to the tip of my cock, and then deep throated me again, I started to feel the familiar tingle start in my legs that would soon travel to my balls and cock. As I headed to the edge of the orgasmic abyss, Mikayla sped up her throating, and at the last second, just as I was tightening up to explode, she looked right up at me with those beautiful, gorgeous eyes of hers. Her look said, “Give it ALL to me…..PLEASE!” and that is exactly what I did. As the internal electric charge shocked my body, out of my cock spurted five years of loneliness and sexual frustration straight into her silky smooth and welcoming mouth and throat. The girl kept her form perfectly, never letting my cock get away as my body spasmed liked a pissed off bull. Goosebumps covered my body and the shuddering started to fade after about a minute, as her moaning told me she had loved every second of it. Finally, after another minute or so I started to go limp, and she pulled me out of her mouth and slowly kissed her way back up to my neck, where she parked her head while she hugged me. Her tits mashed into my sternum and her body next to mine felt unexplainably good. She slowly reached behind me and unlocked the handcuffs. My arms were stiff as I collapsed on the bed and motioned her over. She took a long drink from her champagne glass, swallowed, took another, got on the bed next to me, leaned over to kiss me and squirted champagne into my mouth as we locked our lips together. If I’d had a ring at that moment I would have proposed right there on the spot. With our orgasms taking the edge off the sexual tension between us, we began a long makeout session. As I explored her mouth with my tongue, my hands slowly began to enjoy the treat that lay before them. Her skin was buttery smooth as my hands slowly rubbed up and down her back and then drifted down to her gorgeous ass. My strong hands encompassed each cheek and I began massaging them, enjoying how they felt. I left one hand on her ass as I brought the other one up to finally begin to feel her absolutely perfect tits. The wait had been worth it as I squeezed, teased and rolled her nipples gently between my fingers. I paused in our kissing long enough to take one in my mouth and alternated between hard and gentle sucking, and she began to moan again. After kissing her a final time, I moved my head down to begin devoting some serious time to her tits. With both hands I massaged them while I sucked on each nipple and nuzzled my face between them. After a few minutes of hearing her moans get louder, I started to move eagerly down to her snatch. As I mentioned before, she was completely smooth and as she spread her legs to welcome me I began parting her lips with my hands and attacked her clit with my tongue. I licked it, sucked it and blew on it before slathering it and the rest of her gorgeous pussy with my tongue. Her moans grew louder and I was only moderately surprised when she started to talk dirty. “Oh, lick my pussy! Lick my sweet juicy pussy!” she moaned, motivating me to just get nastier and nastier. I stuck my tongue into her slit as far as I could as I brought her hand down to her clit and she began to massage it. I licked her fingers and clit a bit more before moving back down again to her slit. I didn’t want to neglect her beautiful anal opening so I lubed my finger with her cherry juice (she really did taste like cherries thanks to the flavored lube she had used on the glass dildo) and slowly began working a finger in and out of it while my tongue continued to violate her love hole. After several long minutes of this I could feel her start to quiver. As her body moved to orgasm, with my finger still in her ass, I pulled my tongue out of her soaked pussy, inserted my thumb, brought my free hand back up to her tits, and attacked her clit with my tongue once again. Her moaning turned to a scream and she lifted her hips off the bed again as I hung on for dear life. Her orgasm rocked her body and she actually ejaculated somewhat, shooting a tiny stream of love juice about half a foot in the air, narrowly missing my left ear. She moaned, groaned, bucked and rolled until finally her convulsions grew fainter and fainter, and her pussy and ass released their grips on my fingers. By this point I had the beginnings of another hard-on and as I stretched out next to her she eyed it and smiled. “Are you ready for a finale?” she panted into my ear. I nodded my encouragement as she gathered herself up once again and dropped her face down into my crotch. Her mouth’s silky soft encouragement caused my milkbone to quickly stand at full attention and before I knew it she was putting her nipple/clit clips back on and straddling me. “I need you in my pussy….OHHH in my hot tight pussy!” she moaned as she slowly slid down on my cock. I know I sound like a broken record but she felt GREAT!! I was leaned back against a couple of pillows so I had the perfect vantage point to watch this blonde goddess bounce up and down on my prick, slowly, then faster, then slowly again. Every so often she would tug at her nipple/clit chain and moan even louder. “Oh FUCK that feels good!” she shouted as I started to lose whatever was left of my inhibitions and joined her. “Oh I LOVE fucking your hot pussy. Oh you’re such a fucking slut! Ride my cock you slutty bitch!” I moaned, surprising myself at my own language. I meant all of that in only a complimentary way mind you! She definitely understood because she brought my hand up to the chain connecting her tits and clit and said, “Pull this for me, oh please fucking pull this!” I had a handful of tit in one hand and pulled gently on the chain with the other, not wanting to hurt her too bad, but she kept yelling at me. “Oh harder!! Fucking fuck me harder!! Slap my pussy with your cock! Pull harder!” By this time she was bouncing up and down uncontrollably, was gritting her teeth and was red faced. I was hotter than I’d ever felt and just about ready to shoot whatever juice was left in me into her hot pussy. “Oh Mikayla, I’m gonna cum!! I’m gonna cum in your tight hot pussy!!” I shouted. I felt her tighten up as her bouncing accelerated even more and I felt her pussy start to grip my cock as her orgasm slowly started to surface. “Pull fucking HARD!! NOW!!!” she screamed as my orgasm tore into her. I jerked on the chain and she screamed as her pussy clamped on my cock and milked it for all it was worth. We had timed it perfectly and as our orgasms spilled into each other I realized there was no place on earth I’d rather be. We bucked, grunted and moaned for another minute or two before I noticed that I had pulled so hard on her chain that one of the clips had come off her tit. She slowly took the other two off her other nipple and clit and I leaned up and gently licked each nipple with my tongue. As our orgasms subsided, she brushed my cheek with her fingers, and I slowly put one in my mouth and gently sucked it. She giggled slightly, caught her breath, slid off my cock and curled up next to me. The next thing I knew it was morning, with some rays of sun peeking around her windowshades. We were in the exact same position in which we had fallen asleep, and she slowly stirred as well. We both got up to use the john and then hopped back into bed and began to recount the night’s events with smiles on our faces. I then told her how I had been somewhat intimidated by her clothes, and her house, since she obviously did much better than a city detective. She told me she’d been blessed with opportunity, and that her success did not go to her head. Then in all seriousness, she rolled up on my chest, looked me in the eye and said, “Greg, as long as a girl has a few nice things and a nice hard cock and a glass dildo to keep her company, what more does she really need?” I chuckled, hugged her tightly and then she looked at me again. “Now, I think it’s about time you got to cum all over these pretty tits of mine.” And with that, she started kissing her way down my chest again. As my body started to respond to her stimulation, my mind only had one coherent thought—man, I’m glad it’s Saturday!

I have two favorites actually-- I love my wife's tits--tittyfucking is a lot of fun and I love to cum on them. She likes it too--I don't even have to ask! I also find my wife's back very sexy for some reason--just a nice feminine shape. I love looking at it and massaging it when we bang doggystyle (which is frequently!!). QuietGuy

I'm happy you ladies liked it. Just a little something I dreamed up when I was bored at work. Mikayla of course you can print it out and show it to your hb (hope it doesn't make him too jealous ). but if the sex it inspires is fantastic (as i'm sure it will be if you are involved) then you have to tell us ALL about it!!

After reading several of your posts Mikayla, I came upon the idea of a story with you as the main character. It's meant in good fun, and I hope you (and everyone else) enjoys it. You could imagine that the narrator is your husband, or fantasize about someone else. That is up to you. It was an unusually warm spring day and as I stretched and yawned on my top deck I saw her. She came out from the berth on the boat next to mine wearing what appeared to be just a long t-shirt and carrying a towel. Before she saw me I reacted almost instinctively and pulled my camera up to my eye, framed the shot with my telephoto lens, and snapped the picture. She heard the click of my camera and before I could pull it down she locked her eyes on me. And then she smiled. "Hi", she said, in a very friendly and sweet voice. "Are you a photographer?" "Strictly amateur," I replied. "How are you?" "Great! It's such a gorgeous day!" she purred. "Is that your boat?" "Yeah, I just moved it here this week from Placid Cove. Have you been here long?" I asked, trying to sound nonchalant. "Not really, well I mean the boat's been here awhile, but I just got here. I'm actually just boatsitting for the owners this weekend. My name's Mikayla." I used to know a Mikayla--she was very hot, and very slutty. I wondered if this one was similar, or different, and I wanted to know quick. "Nice to meet you Mikayla," I liked that name--playful, but sexy. "I'm Greg. I'm here for the weekend myself." I immediately hit upon an idea and offered her a proposal. "Why don't you climb aboard over here and suntan? I'm trying to figure out this camera and could use some company. Besides the sun's better over here." Yes, it sounded stupid and very upfront but before I finished my sentence she was already on the deck and heading over to my boat. As I helped her aboard, the first thing I noticed when she grabbed my hand was her french manicure and how creamy soft her skin felt. I also caught a peek down the neckline of her t-shirt and saw two extremely full breasts. We made small talk as she settled herself. I offered her a margarita and she accepted. As I grabbed myself another beer and her margarita, she took off the t-shirt to reveal one of the hottest bodies I have seen in person outside a Las Vegas stripclub. Absolutely beautiful tits, and very large. Almost too large for her slight frame. Almost. She had a gorgeous tan, an ass you could bounce quarters off of, and little bright red toenails. The whole package was "covered" with a too small white bikini. I started to feel juices flowing into my slumbering member when I snapped out of it and offered her the margarita. "Thanks!" she said playfully as her tongue slid along the rim of the glass to catch some salt. Her eyes watched mine the entire time. She giggled slightly, took a drink and turned slowly and walked over to the chaise and stretched out to catch some rays. I sat down mesmerized and began absentmindedly snapping some more pictures of her. The day was indeed beautiful and I felt very lucky as our small talk began to flow as easily as if we'd known each other for years. She turned out to be a really cool chick and I truly enjoyed getting to know her. Turns out she worked in the fashion industry in one of the larger metropolitan areas and had taken some friends up on an offer to boatsit for the weekend to get away from the big city life for a couple of days. I enjoyed listening to her funny stories about stupid runway models, the gay men who coached them, and the rest of her exciting lifestyle. I could tell she was smart, got what she wanted, but sounded like a very humble person as well who truly appreciated what she had in life. After a couple of hours, a few more margaritas and beers, and some playful posing for my camera--much to my disappointment, she got up and apologized. She had to meet some friends for a late lunch at the marina. "It was really fun meeting you Greg," she purred as she batted those big eyes at me again and touched my hand. I wish I could fuck that tight slutty pussy of yours, I thought to myself as I looked at her. Then, afraid she might actually be able to read my mind, I stammered a quick "Hope to see you again soon." and started playing with my camera. She giggled slightly and was gone. After she left, I downloaded some of the pictures from my camera onto my laptop and looked at them. She really had an incredible face for the camera--every angle was superb. I began to get drowsy and made my way down into the spacious berth of my 35 foot cruiser and decided to take a nice afternoon nap. I fell asleep dreaming about Mikayla. She had captivated me. I was having the strangest dream. I was dreaming that a beautiful woman had slipped into my cabin, had come up behind me and whispered, "Wanna play?" I turned around to see that it was Mikayla, and before the last word had even finished echoing off the walls, she started eagerly French kissing me. As her tongue energetically explored my mouth, I was a bit taken aback, since we had only met hours ago. “Those must have been some strong margaritas!” I thought to myself, as she pinned my hands against the wall and our tongues continued to clash. Since I couldn’t move my hands, I used the only tool I had available and thrust my tongue back deeply into her mouth. Her quiet moans began to arouse me, and as my awaking schlong inched to attention I realized it was pointed straight down. As I moved to right the direction of my loyal soldier, Mikayla beat me to the punch and released her grip on my left hand and quickly reached down and expertly worked my love muscle northward through my shorts. With my left hand now liberated, I moved to grab a handful of ass, only to be thwarted by her turning me around and pushing me back onto the bed in the lower berth. “She’s really taking charge—I like it!” I thought, as she rapidly tore off my shorts and her shorts and t-shirt. Flat on my back, with my pole at full attention, Mikayla gave out what sounded like a relieved sigh, and proceeded to grasp my cock firmly and enclose her silky slippery lips around it. Her work was paralyzing--alternating with her hand and her mouth, up and down continuously, I nearly passed out. The only thing keeping me from exploding down her throat was the proper amount of alcohol I had drunk. The warm numbness was just right, knocking down the sensation a notch or two. I slowly moved my hands down to her head to help guide her as she ravenously worked my love muscle, and felt her silky hair. This was an incredible dream. Suddenly, something startled me and I started to wake up. I fought it, as I definitely wanted to finish this dream, but it was no use. Still half asleep and half in my dream, I reached down to feel my hard-on when I suddenly jerked completely awake. HOLY SHIT!!!!” my mind screamed at me. The realization that it WAS Mikayla blowing me and that I was definitely not dreaming caused a flood of emotions in my mind, and I instinctively pulled her head away from her work. As we stared at each other there in the fading afternoon light, Mikayla only had one thing to say. “If you want me to stop, just say so.” And with that she deep throated my pole once again, basically paralyzing me. As I laid there pondering what was going on through my dazed mind, only one thought could be made out, “The girl’s technique is absolutely flawless!!” Since I could absolutely not muster any other thought, my mind eased and I again began to enjoy the pleasure her hands and mouth were giving me. As I settled down and got back into it, other thoughts flooded my mind and I hit upon exactly what I wanted to do. A three phase plan, if you will. After a few more minutes of having Mikayla lick, slurp, jerk and swallow my cock, I sat up and said, “Why don’t you take a short break?” and with that I pulled her onto the bed, twisted her around so she was facing my feet, laid on my back and brought her legs over my head and parted her cheeks. I found out two things as soon as I licked her—she was completely shaved and she LOVED having her pussy licked! She squatted on my face and actually put her hand down there to help guide my tongue, and almost immediately began to shudder. As her orgasm drenched my face, I pushed on her back and she dutifully bent back over and continued blowing me. Man, I love doing 69!! She was working feverishly now, trying to get me to empty my load into her grateful mouth, but I had other plans. As the ripples of her orgasm passed, I again sat up and quickly moved in behind her. I basically had to wrestle her off my prick, and she seemed somewhat disappointed not being able to finish me off, but her feelings soon subsided when she felt me part her cheeks once again (with her hands helping!!) and slowly slip my love club into her still drenched love hole. “Doggy style’s my favorite!” she moaned as I slowly inched into her. She felt great. and we were soon ramming in perfect tandem, me thrusting forward purposely and firmly, she pushing back with wanton abandon. I soon buried myself balls deep into her and began hitting her cervix with the crown of my royal highness. When this happened, her moans went from high pitched and light to deep and guttural. She was really into it now, and having the time of her life, as I could feel one of her hands working underneath on her clit. I then put phase two of my plan into action. As we banged back and forth, I began lubing my index finger with my saliva and her own love juice, and began to gently rub her puckered asshole with it, and then slowly slip it in. And out. And in. Her moaning reached a new octave, so I knew she was loving it, and once again I started to feel her shudder in orgasm. Just before she completely went over the edge, however, I timed it perfectly and jammed my cock balls deep into her pussy while burying my finger deep into her ass. Mayhem ensued, as she bucked like a bronco right over the cliff of self control. Her body completely tightened up for about 5 seconds, and then shuddered out of control as her orgasm rocked every synapse and nerve ending in her body. I couldn’t believe how quiet she was and gave her extra credit for not alerting my neighbors with her screams. Holding in her scream only multiplied the orgasm and her relentless quaking almost damn near brought me over the edge as well. Any other time and I would have happily pumped my gallons of creamy silk down her love canal, but phase three of my plan had yet to be enacted. After we collapsed in a heap, I set her on a new task immediately to keep her from passing out from sheer exhaustion. I moved up to her head, put a pillow underneath it and straddled her face. She immediately pulled down on my crank and guided it into her mouth once again. Since she was flat on her back, this allowed her body to rest while her mouth and mind were kept occupied with the task at hand. She just loved what she was doing as she immediately began moaning again and utilized both hands in her project. She used one to stroke my rod into her mouth, and the other to cup and massage my freshly shaved balls. She was proceeding slower this time, more deliberately. Just completely putting a massive ache into my already screaming ball sack. We carried on like this for what must have been a good ten minutes—she just didn’t seem to get tired of it!! Phase three was in full tilt now, as I pulled out of her mouth and rolled her over yet again. Pulling her into doggy position, I parted her cheeks (again with her helping hands), and slowly inched back into her hot wet pussy. I pumped her slower this time, almost rhythmically. Again, I began to play with her asshole, tapping it as I softly whispered, “Wanna try something new?” Her answer of “Go slow”, gave me all the assurance I needed. This slut needed more and I was about to really give it to her! I pulled out of her snatch quickly and reached down and pulled her head around to me. Shoving my cock into her mouth, I whispered “Get it nice and slippery”, followed by “do you like how you taste?” Her muffled “Uh-hmmmm” was almost orgasmic. She salivated like a starving dog, and soon my shaft and balls were absolutely dripping. I pulled her back into doggy position and slowly eased my cock into her cinnamon ring. She immediately tightened up but I reached down and strongly began massaging her neck and whispering “Relax.” She did so, and I slowly inched into her incredible ass. She was so damn tight I quickly learned that I was only going in once, so I strained and pushed and she moaned and squirmed. Finally, I was balls deep and shaking from exhaustion. Sweat was pouring off of me and her body was slick from perspiration as well. A slight smell of musk permeated the air as we slowly rocked there in position. There could be no thrusting, as her ass had me in a vise grip and I began to wonder if she was enjoying herself, when again I felt her hand slide up and start to massage her muff button. I continued rubbing her neck as she lowered her head down into the pillow, freeing her other hand, which quickly went up underneath her and allowed her to bury two fingers deep into her pussy. We slowly rocked back and forth as she moaned into the pillow and fingered herself. After about 5 minutes of this, my mind and body were at a breaking point. We started to rock back and forth faster, and I started to feel her ass loosen a bit, allowing me thrust after all. The feeling was so intense, I started prying her cheeks apart as far as I could and pounded myself even deeper into her chocolate cave, when I started to feel her shudder yet again. This time she was taking me with her, and as her body was about to register yet another orgasm, she reached up and firmly pulled down on my balls. BOOM!!!! A jet spray of liquid hit me squarely in the nuts—the lucky girl was ejaculating like a fire hose!! This sensation, along with her ass’ vise grip on my cock, catapulted me over the orgasmic abyss. I began shooting off bottle rockets into her ass as my own orgasm quickly followed hers. She screamed into the pillows as she drenched the sheets with her own juice and for a split second I worried that we might be heard, but my mind gave way and returned to the sensation I was having at the expense of her ass muscles. Each convulsing pump of my orgasm brought a fresh load of silky cream into her tight ass, which had no place to take it so it started seeping out at her engorged anus. Her squirting subsided and after a couple of minutes, her ass tightened up again and out I came, completely limp. Mikayla quickly moved up to my face and buried her tongue deeply into my mouth. “That was fantastic—I haven’t had sex for a year, and never like that!!” She kissed me again gratefully, then tenderly, then quickly scurried into the john to begin cleaning herself up. As I flopped down exhausted, I began to wonder about what the rest of the weekend might hold for us. And I smiled. Author's P.S.--sorry there are no toys in this story Mikayla, but geez, we, I mean the main characters just met!!

Mikayla i forgot to ask you a technique question. When you use the glass dildo, do you just push it in or out or do you slowly rotate it as well? I would think the twirls on it would be even more effective if you did that. What do you think?

Mikayla, Thank you for the very informative reply. If i do get a toy, it might have to be the glass dildo b/c it doesn't seem to look as raunchy as the latex ones (like i said, i don't have a problem with it, but my wife is pretty modest when it comes to toys). Because we have a little one at home, I will most likely have to save it for a special occasion when we are definitely alone.

Mikayla Please don't take this the wrong way--but you are one helluva woman! You sound very exciting--your husband is a lucky man. I need to figure out a way to approach my wife with one of these. We are so busy with jobs/kids that sex is usually the last thing on her mind. Unfortunately, lately I seem to be going through puberty again. It's all I can think about. I would like to turn her on to some new things, but she is very modest (although we seem to have some wild times when we're away from the kids and have some champagne).

Would I shave her? Hell yes. Will she let me? She's somewhat modest so I doubt it--but I would go very slow and she would enjoy it. Would I let her shave me? Of course. Would she want to? I doubt it.

Short answer--shave it. Most of us guys love it. I do. Don't be afraid--I'm sure you are beautiful down there--most women are.

Let me ask both of you ladies a question--who's idea was it? I am struggling with how to approach my wife about trying anal--I'm afraid she will think I'm a perv. I would just like to try some new things--unfortunately she was married to a severe weirdo before so I don't want to do anything to remind her of him.