Nuri

Sounds like a nice product and that you enjoyed it. Cool.

I'm totally into writing about the shared experience and how I imagine her to be responding to what is happening. I agree with you that I often make the female characters too passive. That's not always the case but it's something I think I need to work on a bit more. What do you think? Nuri

Thanks Tyger - I'm traveling today but will check the packaging when I get home and will let everyone know the score in terms of lube for this product.

I had a great time writing this story. Very exciting. You can find it on Pretty Dirty as well. ------------ We're having dinner at your place. It's pleasant, but we're both rushing - in as restrained a way as possible - because we know what's happening after dinner. We're going to have sex and neither of us can wait. Oh the things I have in mind for you Lee; but that will have to wait until we're done. Mercifully dinner comes to an end. We go into the living room carrying the wine and our glasses. We sit on the couch in front of the fire and kiss and play a little. You rub me through my pants - I'm already hard and am imagining fucking you; but things aren't going to be that simple. As we kiss I can taste the wine on your lips and tongue. I suck at the flavor - wanting more of you. I love hearing your breath as you get turned on. I slide a hand under your shirt and squeeze and play with your breasts. You take my other wrist and guide my hand into your lap. "Rub me a little," you say, and I do. I feel you pushing yourself against me. Your thighs hold my hand tight between them. We push our mouths together - our tongues. You reach for my belt and begin to loosen it. "I've got plans for my belt, baby," I tell you. You sit back and arch an eyebrow. "Oh," you say, "am I going to like the plans?" I tell you I think you will. "Here's what I want you to do for me Lee," I say, "I want you to get up and strip for me in front of the fire." You hesitate for just a second but then stand, smile and me coyly and walk to the fireplace. I've opened my pants and have my dick in my hand, rubbing it slowly. You finish unbuttoning your shirt and reach behind yourself to unfasten your bra. Your breast settle down - full and round. Your nipples are pink and your breast sway as you kick off shoes and begin sliding down your pants and panties. I slide my hand up and down my dick watching you. Seeing you do this is making me really hard for you. "Now what?," you ask me. "Let me see you sit in that chair," I say pointing, "and play with your pussy." "Do you mind if I get my vibrator?," you ask. I say no and wait for you to return. The vibrator you bring is huge. "I can't put it all in," you say, "at least not yet." I watch as you spread your legs and begin to rub yourself with a finger. You lean back in the chair and smile at me. "This feels good," you say. You squirt a little lube along your pussy and begin rubbing the tip of the vibrator along your lips, slowly pushing the tip up into you as you continue twisting your fingers on your clit. I stand up and undress - watching you all the while. My hard dick bobs between my legs as I move toward you. I stand beside you. "Suck me a little Lee," I say. You turn your head and begin kissing my head, barely letting is slip in between your lips. I groan a little as I put my hands on your head and push my dick all the way in to your mouth. I stand holding your head and stroking in and out of you. It feels good. I step back. "Your mouth feels great," I tell you, "I had to stop or you were going to make me cum; and it's not time for that yet." You pout a little. "Don't worry," I say, "there's going to be plenty of fun for both of us; but now it's time for something a little different." Taking my belt from the pile of clothes on the floor I ask you to let me tie you. You begin pushing the vibrator in and out of you faster and say "yes." "Come with me then," I tell you. We go to your back door. "Sit here on the floor." You do. I pick up my tie and use it to tie your wrists together. I loop my belt tightly around the tie and then around your doorknob. You hands are ties securely over your head. "Is that too tight?," I ask. You wiggle your fingers. "We'll I can't move my arms but it seems OK," you say. I grab my pants and use them to tie your ankle to the couch - one pant leg here, the other there. I do the same with your pants and the chair you had been sitting in. "You look so sexy like this," I tell you as I stroke my dick against your cheek. I kneel beside you and lick from your shoulder up your neck and to your ear. "I'm going to drive you crazy and make you cum tonight," I whisper as I kiss your hair. "I want to make you more excited then you've ever been; I want to make you cum with my mouth and your vibe. I want to be between your legs kissing and teasing you until you beg me to let you cum." I can feel your chest rising and falling faster as I speak. "And when your cumming with that big dildo of your way up inside, I'm going to cum all over you." You gasp a little and shift yourself on your ass. I begin kissing your face - across your cheeks and nose and eyelids and chin and forehead. I stay away from your mouth. I kiss around your neck and throat. Small kisses, tiny touches with my tongue, You moan as I kiss down your chest between your breasts. I kiss around them - around their curved bottoms and toward your nipples; but like your mouth I don't kiss them yet. I run my tongues along your side down toward your hip. I kiss across your stomach and up your other side. You're beginning to pull at your restraints a little. I stand up to check them. I dick sways near your face. You crane your neck and stretch your tongue to touch it as I make sure you're held tight. I move my hips toward your face a fraction of an inch - close enough for you to reach me with your mouth. I lightly brush your lips with my dick but then pull it away. I kiss your wrists and now twisting hands. My own excitement is almost too much for me as I kneel beside you and begin kissing your feet and legs. Looking up between your legs I can see your pussy seeping wet as you get more and more excited. I want to make you cum. I lie on my stomach between you legs. I put my arms under your legs and around your ass - lifting and pulling your toward my mouth. Even now though I don't rush. I kiss everywhere between your legs except your pussy. You're breathing hard and are trying to find some leverage to get my mouth against you. You moan as I kiss the inside of your thigh, right at the edge of your pussy. Your skin is so hot against my lips. I kiss closer and closer to you - I can feel your legs tremble when I finally plant a kiss against your pussy, pushing my tongue inside you. You moan louder now as I run my tongue around inside you. Rather than licking up toward your clit, I lick down and kiss and lick the bottom of your pussy. Your so wet and I want to taste the wet that's coming out of you. You hop your ass forward closer to my face. I can feel pre-cum seeping out of me as I kiss you now - that's how badly I want you. Your making insistent sounds now, rocking from side to side as I continue lick and kiss you - but still not your clit. I can't stand it any more, I want to make you cum and so I move my mouth up to your hard wet clit. When I finally press my tongue against it you gasp. I can feel your body tighten as I kiss it faster and harder - licking along its left side. I stop and stand. "Here," I say, bringing my dick to your face, "taste me a little." Your body is almost thrashing as I rub my head along your lips and tongue. "Oh my god, please fuck me," you say; but I tell you I can't do that yet and reach for your big vibrator. "I think there's probably something we can work out," I tell you as I return between your legs. I rub the tip along your swollen pussy and begin pushing it in to you. Your pull your hips back as I push it deeper. "Don't worry," I tell you - kissing your clit between my words - "I'll to it slowly and gently." I can feel you relaxing as I slow down, kissing you and licking at you. I kiss up your stomach now - holding the vibrator in you - and I begin to kiss and lick your nipples. They've grown and swollen now. I love how they look and feel against my tongue. "Kiss me more," you pant, "I need you to kiss me more." I look up at your flushed face and see how excited you are. Back between your legs I begin kissing you again - and sliding your vibrator deeper into you. Rather than pulling away, you're now pushing against it to get more of it inside you. I am on the edge of cumming lying there between your legs. I begin rubbing my tongue broad across your lips and clit - faster and faster and harder and harder. The vibrator is in to the hilt and I am pulling and pushing that in and out of you fast and freely now. Your pussy is soaking wet and I am trying to suck up as much of your wet as I can manage. Your lifting your hips against me faster and faster and I can tell you're getting close to cumming. I paste my mouth tight against your clit and suck and swirl it with my tongue. Your body begins to shudder and you let out a loud and high call. My mouth is against you as hard as it can be. You're not breathing now - just tight and trembling against my mouth and the vibrator. In a faint voice you ask me to fuck you. Instead, I stand in front of you again. Your eyes are closed and your lips are open. Your body is still shaking as you continue to cum. I press my dick against your lips and you open your mouth for me. I push it in deep. You gag a little but only suck me harder. I want to cum on you. I pull my dick out of your mouth and begin stroking it and rubbing it on your face. In no time I begin to cum as well, shooting streaks of cum across your cheeks and lips and nose. My cum runs down your face and drips onto your tits. Done, I drop back to the floor to keep you going. Seeing you smattered with my cum, cumming yourself keeps me hard as I bring my face back to your pussy. Even though I've cum I want to be inside you. Frantically I try to untie you as quickly as I can. When I get your legs undone I tell you to turn over. With my help, you do. Behind you, I slide slowly into you. Your hands are still over your head but are behind you now as I stroke in and out of you. My hands are around your hips, holding you close as I push in as deep as I can. I can feel your muscles gripping me tight as we fuck. I am spent. I reach up and untie you. You drop your upper body to the floor and massage your wrists for a moment. Then one of your hands is between your legs, pressing slightly on your clit to extend the sensation of orgasm. I pull out of you and lie back on the floor - exhausted. You come and lie beside me. The fire has died down and we quietly watch its embers sparkle and fade before we drift off to sleep there on the floor in each others arms.

When I got my hands on this little bad boy, the first thing that struck me was the AWESOME packaging. An attractive woman staring open-mouthed on the front with the line “touch me, fuck me” around a sample of the material used to make the product. The rubber feels really soft and nice – excellent. The back of the packaging went event further: “Wrap the inner wring around your cock and the outer ring around your sac[sic] to fuck forever and hit the wall when you cum.” I was a little surprised that there were no exclamation points to drive the point home. I'm not sure I've ever felt the desire to “hit the wall”when I cum but it was an amusing idea. After this scan of the packaging it was time to release the Cyberskin. It kind of looks like a one-eyed smiley face with the eye-hole for your penis and the smile for your scrotum. It also comes with a small rectangular vibrating unit for insertion in the “three long cyberskin flaps” designed to “hit her clit while you thrust.” If you get the sense that I was a little skeptical and amused by this product you're absolutely right. But there's a reason to test them my friends, a very good reason. We were tired on Saturday night but still felt it was our duty to put the Cyberskin through its paces. After some appropriate and pleasant preliminaries, it was time to don the Cyberskin. A word to the wise, a little lubricant would have made this much easier. I don't know what I was thinking but tugging this thing on over dry (and hairy) skin is NOT a good idea. While we were putting it one – and turning on the little vibrating box – we joked about the packaging and wondered just what the Cyberskin held in store. We next began our formal testing. As we tested the product, my wife's eyes opened wide and she smiled broadly. She kept asking that I push it harder against her – which I very willingly did. While I enjoyed the vibrations just fine, it was clear that she was REALLY enjoying them. Now she didn't cum with this but that was partly our fault. In fact, she said that with a little more time and effort she could have (hey, we were both tired, what can I say?). Our second session with it was even better than the first – great fun and pretty effective (well, maybe I didn't “hit the wall” but that was never a goal for me . . .). Obviously the shape and construction of the device limits the number of positions where it will deliver the biggest bang. It's definitely gonna work for many of the most popular coital configurations though. I've read that some people have concerns with battery life and I'll be honest, I haven't used it enough yet to be able to say how long they last. The bottom line though is that we're big fans of cockrings AND vibrators and this one pairs to two up quite nicely. [Note - this is sold under several brands - including Hustler. The one I tested was sold under the X-Rated brand.]

I like user-generated porn - no story needed, just real people having real fun.

From my blog. ------------- Sarah was still asleep when I woke up - early (4:00 - I am on east coast time). She was curled up next to me naked. I slipped out of bed and went to the bathroom. Her dark hair spilled across the pillow. The covers were wrapped around her body. She was lying on her side - her hip a gentle curve under the white sheet. Her feet poked out over the side of the bed. The sight of them, white, pale mottled with pink and red painted toes turned me on to no end. My dick is hard and bobbing and swaying between my legs. I stepped to the edge of the bed and knelt on the floor. Softly, I kissed the wrinkled sole of Sarah’s foot. She flinched slightly in her sleep. I ran my tongue along her foot, starting to stroke myself. She stirred. I smattered her feet and toes with my lips and tongue, waking her gradually with my kisses. She laughed and told me I was tickling her. “Did I tell you,” I asked, as I sucked each of her long toes, “how sexy you are? I mean every inch of you?” She laughed again and told me I hadn’t. I kissed her feet some more and assured her that she was. ”Every bit of you turns me on - every inch of your skin turns me on so much. Just look at your feet,” I said, stroking them gently, “they’re perfect.” I kissed her toes again and told her I wanted her to jerk me off with her feet. She propped herself up on her elbow, look at me a little askance, and yawned ”Really?,” she asked. I stood up to let her see my dick. Pointing down I said, “what do you think?” She smiled and said OK. I went back into the bathroom and came back with a bottle of the hotel moisturizer. ”This should work fine,” I said, sitting on the bed and unscrewing the cap. “I’ve never done this before,” she confessed, “so I might not be very good at it.” I told her not to worry and to lie on her back. I squired some of the cream onto her feet and massaged it into her skin. ”That feels nice,” she sighed. I stoked myself, brought the soles of her feet together and slid myself between them. ”Your feet feel fantastic on me,” I said. She began to move her feet up and down my dick. ”That’s great,” I said, “keep rubbing me like that.” Sarah’s legs were bent and the knees and spread open. From where I sat, she looked gorgeous. She pulled the covers off and slid a hand down to her pussy, rubbing herself lazily. ”You look pretty hot down there doing that,” she said, two fingers circling her clit, “it’s pretty exciting for me too.” She put a finger inside her and pulled it out to show me it was wet. “Mmmm,” I smiled, “I’m glad it turns you on. Your going to make me cum soon.” Told her I was going to cum on her feet and that I’d love to see her lick them clean. She giggled. ”I’ll see if I can get them up to my mouth, OK? If I can then your on.” I reached for her pussy and slid two fingers inside. As soon as I came I wanted to burry my mouth against her to make her cum as well. I was just about to cum and pulled my dick from between her feet. I started stroking myself until jets of cum sprayed across her toes and the top of her feet - dribbling between her toes and down around her sole. She was rubbing herself faster now. I groaned as the cum continued flowing out of me and onto her. She grabbed her right leg - which was the one that had received most of the load - and pulled it to her mouth. She was able to do it and I watched as she sucked and licked the cum from her foot and between her toes. I lay between her legs and began kissing and licking her clit. She was so wet. I slid two fingers in and sucked the wet from her. She pulled her leg to her face harder and rocked her hips against my face. Soon I could hear her moaning and looked up to see her swollen lips part. I felt the spasm of her orgasm on my face and hand. I pushed my lips and tongue as deep into her as I could, enjoyed the sensation. She bucked and came and stopped and panted. “That was a nice way to wake up,” she said. I slid up the bed, kissing her stomach, breasts and neck along the way to her mouth. I kissed her mouth and agreed with her. ”We have hours before we need to get up,” I said, “let’s sleep some more and dream of new ways to wake each other up.” Sarah laughed and wrapped her arms around me, pulling me close. ”That sounds like a great idea,” she murmured as she rested her face on my neck. I stroked her head until I heard her breathing switch to the regular pattern of sleep then drifted off myself.

That really sucks. My car gets dinged up from time to time and NO ONE, not even ONCE has ever left a note. So in answer to your question, a lot of people I guess. Nuri

I wrote this story in January for a woman I met online. I've written several stories for her and have gotten to know her well and really like her. Unfortunately, for reasons I can't control, I can't write for her any more (a total bummer). ------------- Sometimes, things happen so fast you don’t really even have time to understand what happened. That’s the way things have unfolded with Sarah. One way or another – and I won’t say exactly how - she and I met online. Only a couple of days after we met, a business trip had me flying to the Twin Cities. I had no idea where Sarah lived and only mentioned the trip in passing. She told me she lived outside Minneapolis and asked if I wanted to get together. I told her I would love to see her and we made plans to have lunch. Sarah hadn’t been ready to share anything with me just yet, but that was OK, we’d be meeting in person and who knew where that might lead? Since I was attending a conference, we arranged to meet in one of the restaurants in the hotel where I was staying. When Sarah walked in, I couldn’t take my eyes off of her. She was beautiful and adorable at the same time. Does that make her beaudorable? Aduitful? I don’t know, but she was gorgeous. She had dark hair to her shoulders that framed a fine face. Her eyes were a color that I can’t even describe – beautiful and incredibly striking. And her mouth. Here lips were amazing. That day they were a glossy pale pink and so, so round. As soon as I saw them I wanted to feel them on my own. Just thinking about them now make me hard. On top of all this, her body was lovely. Long legs, curving hips and big round breasts – she looked like she might have just stepped off the nose of a WWII bomber. She was wearing a colorful calf-length skirt and a white shirt under a emerald green cardigan. In the space of the restaurant I couldn’t see her feet. She had a small clutch over her left shoulder. As she walked in, she scanned the room, scrutinizing each person. I waved and her face broke into a beautiful bright smile. I stood. Awkwardly, I reached for her and patted her left arm, thanking her for agreeing to meet me. She looked a little bashful as we sat down across the table from one another. We chatted amicably for the next hour – about the countless details or our lives, searching for a point of connection. It was neither comfortable nor uncomfortable. Just before I asked for the check, I felt Sarah’s bare foot stroking my leg. The blood rushed into my dick. She tipped her chair back – just slightly and for just an instant – and put her foot into my lap. For a second we were both speechless and then she laughed and commented on the coffee we’d just been served. I reached down and took her foot in my hand. It was warm and soft with long and lovely toes painted bright red. I rubbed her foot, held her round heel in my hand, caressed her ankle and sole. She slowly rubbed in on me – never taking her eyes off my face. My head was spinning. I wanted this woman, there and then. My heart was pounding. Our waiter came over with the check. As I signed, Sarah glanced at it and smirked. Two colleagues came into the dining room and saw me; they made their way toward the table. I introduced Sarah as an old friend and gave her a wink. After a few minutes of trying to unsuccessfully shake these two interlopers, Sarah looked at her phone and said that she needed to be moving along. I stood and leaned forward to kiss her – but she only offered her cheek. “Later,” she whispered in my ear, “we’ll see each other later.” And with that she was gone – leaving me with a raging hardon and for the moment only a memory. I was finally able to excuse myself and raced to my room to jerk off. The afternoon was a blur. I wasn’t hearing a word anyone was saying, I was too busy hitting “refresh” on my email and on the various sites Sarah and I used to get in touch with each other. All I could think about was what she meant by “later.” Given the schedule for the afternoon and a previous dinner engagement, I was worried I would never find out – at least not if Sarah couldn’t be found. The hours rolled by so slowly. If nothing else, I thought, I could spend a few lazy hours in my room, thinking about her and masturbating. There are certainly worse ways to spend an evening. When I finally walked back through the lobby, it was almost 10:00. Before I could reach the elevator, the woman at the front desk called over to me. “Mr. Hole,” she began, “I just wanted to let you know that your wife arrived this afternoon and that we gave her a second key to your room. I just didn’t want you to be startled when you walked in.” I smiled and nodded woodenly, “thank you,” I said, my mind racing. When I reached my room it was dark, only a single bedside lamp was on. I could see Sarah’s clothes folded neatly on the credenza. A flickering light was visible under the bathroom door and I could hear her singing. What was she doing, I wondered, and how had she done it? As quietly as possible, I set down my bag, took off my jacket and shoes and walked closer to the bathroom door. Inside, I could hear the gentle movement of water, music softly playing and Sarah singing quietly along. My dick was aching. I pushed the door open slowly and slightly. What a sight. The room was lit with tiny votive candles – dozens of them, around the bath, on the counter, on the floor. And there, in the tub, with her head back and eyes closed – now humming – was Sarah. I called to her before stepping in. She laughed when she saw the confused look on my face. “I told you I’d see you later.” She leaned forward in the tub to run more hot water. Her breasts were wet and shined in the candle light. Her face and body and presence were all perfect. “How did you do this?,” I asked, walking toward the tub and taking off my tie. “It was simple,” she said, “at lunch I saw your room number on the check. I went out and did some shopping and then came back with various bags and whatnot. I went straight to the front desk and told them the most pitiful story you’d ever want to hear. Shopping, lost wallet, missing key, so tired, just wanted to sleep, blah, blah, blah. Since I knew your name and your room number – and claimed to be your wife – they were very helpful. Now, I’ve already washed my hair,” she continued, but the rest of me is pretty dirty – would you like to wash me?” I knelt beside the tub and reached toward her, wrapping my arms around her and pulling her toward me. Slowly, we brought our mouths together. The taste and texture and warmth of her lips was a revelation. The were so firm but yielding against mine – so round and full. I took her head in my hands and held it against mine – her hands held my face as well. The tips of our tongues touched – sending a charge through my body. I was so excited by this point that it would have been easy to rush ahead. But I could tell that neither of us wanted to rush anything. I leaned forward and licked water from her right nipple, feeling the texture of it on my tongue. Sarah sighed. Pulling myself away from her body, I took a small towel from the back of the toilet and dipped it into the tub. I rubbed the towel around her neck. “Come closer,” I said, and she leaned against the side of the tub. As I washed her neck, I kissed her ear, smelling her hair still wet from being washed. I kissed slowly back from her ear toward the back of her neck, she turned slowly in the tub so her back was facing me. My lips and tongue moved across the back of her neck. I leaned forward to kiss her left ear. My hand cupped her breasts. As I come back down her neck and begin kissing near her left shoulder, Sarah tenses up slightly, “yes,” she says, “kiss me there; right where your doing it.” I kiss her more firmly, moving my mouth around this apparently sensitive patch of skin. “What you’re doing is driving me mad, my whole body is tingling.” She leans against me. I can feel her hand moving between her legs. She is gasping a little as she rubs herself. I let go of her breasts so I can undress. I want her so badly. I pull off my shirt and t-shirt, push down my pants and boxers and yank off my socks. I step into the tub with her. She turns, facing me, and leans against the back of the tub. I sidle beside her and kiss her right breast – running my hand along the inside of her thighs. Our hands touch at her pussy. Her fingers are rubbing and mine just brush them, but it’s electric. I sit up a bit and kiss her face and mouth, whisper in her ear, “I want to be between your legs. I want to taste you and make you cum with my mouth.” She moans a little, her eyes closed, and nods. I move further down the tub, to the very top of the tub. I lift Sarah’s right leg and begin rubbing her foot. I kiss her toes and move my tongue along her wrinkled sole. She moves her left foot between my legs and begins to roll my dick against my thigh with it. It feels great. I begin kissing around the top of her foot, each one of her read painted toenails and up her ankle. The curve of her calve rests in my hands. Her knee is bent. I push her leg further back and kiss the back of her knee. I let it down and slide my mouth along the inside of her thigh toward her pussy. She lifts her feet to the edges of the tub and lifts her pussy and ass out of the water – her fingers still playing with her clit. I put my hands under her ass to help hold her up and press my mouth against her lips, sliding my tongue along them and inside her. She’s wet – and not only with water from the tub, I can taste and feel the smooth juice of her in my mouth. I kiss her long and push my tongue in deep. I can feel the walls of her pussy squeezing against my tongue. I slide it up toward the top and onto her clit. She move her fingers and puts her hands on the back of my head, pushing me into her. I lap at Sarah’s clit, her legs come together and squeeze me tight. I love how hard it feels against the tip of my tongue as I swirl it around her. She is rocking her hips against my face. I look up and see her pale skin beginning to flush, her head is back and her eyes closed. Her breasts rise and fall with irregular breaths. I slide two fingers into her and begin stroking her inside. Her breath comes out now in one long, low moan; her hips are bucking and her legs are rigid, one resting on each of my shoulders. The clench of her pussy is more intense and insistent. Her body is rocking, her teeth are clenched, her nipples hard and the flush red has splotched across her chest and neck. As she cums harder, Sarah is laughing and she tells me to fuck her. I want to, but not yet, I want her to keep cumming for me, I want to see her excitement continue, to build up my own excitement until I can’t wait any longer. Finally, I can’t wait. I slide my hands out from under her and up her sides. I pull her toward me an I lean back. My legs are crossed and my dick hard. Sarah takes my dick in her hand and guides it up inside her. She wraps her legs around me and we push together as tight and close as we can. We rock together. Her arms are around me, pulling my head against her throat. I am breathing harder and faster and get closer to cumming myself. I wrap my arms over her shoulders and push deep inside her, pushing her body down onto me. I begin to cum, cum deep inside her. Her body is still rigid and twitching and I groan and cum. For minutes we sit there, linked together, in the tub. My heart is pounding and – resting my head against Sarah’s chest – I can hear hers racing too. Our bodies relax. I look into Sarah’s eyes. The are deep and beautiful. We kiss again, more tenderly now. The water in the tub has grown cold. Sarah slowly uncurls herself from around me and stand stiffly. A mix of water and cum runs down her leg. She reaches for a towel on the counter and steps out of the tub. She reaches between her leg and takes some of my cum on her finger. She brings it to her mouth and sucks it off. I stand up, unable to focus and light-headed. She hands me a towel and in silence we both dry off. I reach for her and she for me. We kiss and take each others hands and walk together into the bedroom where we collapse in each others arms and sleep.

I just came across this thread and thought I'd add my point of view. I'm into porn - not as much now as in the past; but I still totally get off on it. I watch it with my wife from time to time. As with everything, for me, the less produced the better. I love photos and videos of real people doing things together that they enjoy. Since I've started writing porn my sex life has gotten way better. I find myself thinking about sex a lot more and having more and better sex. I totally love hearing from the people who read my stories telling me how they made them feel and what they made them do or want to do. Getting into email or IM discussions with readers (who are mostly women) is a giant turn on and I've met some great people through the process. I think that everyone has sexual fantasies and porn is a totally valid outlet for exploring and enjoying them.

Hi everyone - here's the latest Betty story. There are other series on my blog and I'll continue to write and post. If anyone has story ideas let me know. Nuri ------------------- After Betty leaves I Ioaf around my place for a while. I find her panties on the floor near the couch and imagine her now with nothing on under her pants. It makes my dick hard. I sit there hoping she’ll come by the restaurant again tonight. What I like about the idea is that it’s a quick and dirty way for me to get my rocks off at work. I’ll take care of her here or at her place later on or some other time. In the afternoon I take a shower. Standing in there makes me think about fucking her. I end up grabbing a bottle of conditioner and jack off. I try not to think about seeing her. She might not even show up. And even if she does, she might not want to fuck if she’s really serious about this guy she’s going out with. I get out of the shower and get dressed. Slowly I make my way to work. Getting in late afternoon means things start slow. It’s mostly a time to get ready and relax. The manager tells me that if it’s slow I should lend a hand with an order that came in and needs to be put in the walk in cooler. How this is my job I don’t know but I kill some time doing it. When I get in there I see most everything has been taken care up. I look around and have a thought bubbling in my head. I move some crates around and go into the supply room and grab a few table cloths. I toss them into the walk-in behind the eggs and go back into the dining room. By early evening things are busy. Most of my tables are full and the room is loud. By 8:00 I haven’t seen Betty and resign myself to the fact. I was a bit premature though. At almost 9:00 she walks in with a guy. They’re holding hands and laughing. She looks at me as they’re shown to their table and gives me a wink. I feel myself getting hard for her. Her date’s a nice looking guy I guess: tall, fit, clean cut, well dressed. I see his type all the time in here. A striving young professional - probably in his late 20s - looking to do big things some day. Weren’t we all? They sit and I go to the table. Betty gives no sign of knowing me so I play along. She looks beautiful tonight. She is wearing a black top. It’s tight and unbuttoned to show off her tits. She has on a grey skirt and her legs are bare. I wonder if she ever put panties on. They order wine and look over the menus. Betty leans over to talk to her date and brushes her shoulder against my dick. I want to do her pretty bad. They order their meals and I hover around - waiting for some sign or signal from her that she wants me. Finally, toward the end of the meal, he gets up to use the men’s room. I rush to the table. As I clear dishes I tell her I want to fuck her. She looks up and me, her eyes sparkling, and tells me she wants to as well. “Not the bathroom this time,” I tell her, “I have something else in mind.” While I am at the table her date comes back. “Shall I bring desert menus?,” I ask. He says yes and I leave to get them. As I leave I hear Betty telling him that she’s not feeling well. I smile to myself. When I bring back the menus she stands. She follows me as I walk toward the bathrooms. They are just outside the kitchen. I signal for her to follow me. I lead her to the walk-in and open the door. Because it is so late nothing else will be needed from in here tonight. I ease the door shut behind us. We are in each other’s arms in a second, pressing our mouths together. My hands are on her chest feeling her soft warm skin. I pull the table cloths out and fold them on top of the crates. “Sit here” I tell her - and she does. She scoots her ass to the edge and pulls up her skirt and spreads her legs. Her pussy is bare and wet. I fight with my belt and drop my pants. Even though we have little time, I can’t help myself. I bend over and push my tongue between her lips. I can see Betty’s breath as she gasps. I wipe her wet from my face with the back of my sleeve. I step closer between her thighs and push the head of my dick against her. Her pussy opens around me and I slide into her. I sigh. Her warmth is even more intense in the cold air of the refrigerator. The feeling of our skin together - wet and hard and warm and soft - moving together fast. I lean and take her head in my hands. We kiss as we move. I kiss her ear though her soft blonde hair. “There are few things I love as much as I love being inside you,” I say, pushing into her. I can feel her legs around me, pulling me in. I slide one hand around her waist to pull her hard against me. I can feel my cum building. We shove ourselves together a few more times and I begin to cum inside her. Hot spurts out of me and into her. She is moaning softly and rocking her hips as I cum. Her head is back and her eyes are closed. Her pink lips barely parted. I go in as far as I can and finish cumming. For a few second we are still. Then I let myself slip out of her. She reaches between her legs and reaches inside. There’s cum on her fingers. She brings her hand to her mouth and suck her fingers clean. “Seeing you do that makes me hard all over,” I tell her, as I pull up my pants. She slides off the crates and pulls her skirt down. “I love having you in me,” she says, “I loved doing it in this cold room. It made me feel so how down there when you were fucking me.” We hold each other for a few seconds. “I need to get back out there,” she says. “Yeah, me too.” I leave first and go to the table. I ask if they’ve decided on deserts. He’s looking distractedly toward the bathrooms. “Uh, no,” he says, “not quite.” As he says this she returns to the table. I pull her chair out for her and slide it in. “No hurry,” I say and fade away. They decide against desert, pay their bill and leave. As I take their check, I see that Betty has left me her number with a note: “later?.” It has been a good night.

Really glad to hear you liked the story. There are more on my blog and I will be posting more of them here as well. Let me know if there's anything you'd like me to write for you.

Thanks very much. I enjoy writing and have several that I've written for my blog that I need to post here. Let me know if there's anything you'd like me to write about.

Wow, really glad to hear it. I read the original post on your profile and felt really badly for you. As I read the thread I wondered what would happen next. Sure glad that all worked out.

I've heard anecdotally that they're pretty fun. Get feed back from others though before making a buy.

Glad you liked it - what about it did you like?

I just joined as well and can say that this is a great and welcoming place. Welcome, get involved, ask questions and have fun. Nuri

From Pretty Dirty ------------ After we clean the cum off you in the shower, we stand together in each other’s arms and kiss for a while under the water. Finally we get out and – and not bothering to dry - go into the living room. I push your jacket off the couch and lie down. I motion you to come over. You begin to kneel at the side of the couch and lick my nipple. It feels great but I have something else in mind. I pull you up onto the couch. “I want you to sit on my face,” I say. You begin to turn around for 69. “No, not like that,” say, “I’ve already cum once so you have some catching up to do. I want you to be facing me, I want to be able to play with your tits and to see your face when you cum.” You shift your body back around and straddle my face with your thighs. I love that you’re bare as your lower yourself onto my face. The skin around your pussy is so smooth and soft on my cheeks. You sigh as my lips make contact with yours. Your pussy is wet from the shower and your excitement. It feels hot on my tongue and tastes terrific. You squirm down to get more comfortable and to make it easier for me to lick and kiss you. I kiss you as deep as I can; not satisfied with licking the opening, I strain to push my tongue into you. You let out a little squeal as I raise my face to go deeper still. My neck is no match though as you bear down on me with your weight, shoving yourself against me, grinding your pussy across my mouth. I can barely breathe. My arms are wrapped around you pulling you even tighter to me. I move my mouth to your clit and begin kissing and licking it hard. I look up, your fingers – with their dark painted nails – are squeezing your breasts and nipples. Your blonde hair, wet from the shower, hands lank around your face and shoulder and chest. As you begin stroking yourself against me faster and harder, you head rolls from side to side, from front to back. Your lips are parted and your eyes are closed. Your head if forward now and your hair almost reaches my face between your thighs. There’s a look of concentration of your face and your roll yourself across my lips and tongue. Watching you doing this with me is getting me hard all over again. As I suck and slurp and lick and kiss you, I am already imagining being inside you, fucking you and cumming in your pussy. You lean ever farther forward and brace a hand on the arm of the couch, lifting yourself off me and then slapping back down against me hard. Your right arm is wrapped under your breasts, holding them. Your breath comes out if loud puffs and as you bang onto my face, a moan is building inside you. I can see flush spreading across your chest and up your throat, you nipples swelling even more. Suddenly your knees are crushing my head. You’re bent over sharply and are biting your lower lip. There’s a gush of fresh wet flowing from you into my mouth and you begin to scream and tell me that you’re cumming. I can feel it in my face as your pussy jerks and twitches against my mouth. My hands are up now on your tits, pushing and rubbing them. You continue to scream as I suck your clit . I put my hands on you hips and push you off my face. “I want to fuck you,” I say and you slide back down my body fast, your hand a blur on your pussy. You drop your head to mine and moan that you want me in you now. Your hand is holding my dick, pushing it inside you. You’re tossing your ass up and down against me – yelping each time we come together. I bring your tits to my mouth and kiss your fat pink nipples. I wish this could go on forever but the excitement is too much. I wrap my arms around you tight and push your ass down hard onto my. Your still moving your hips but they’re pressed against me tighter now. I begin to cum in you and can feel the consistency of your pussy change as my cum mixes with your wet. I moan loudly as I cum into you – pulling you down to my face and kissing you. Our mouths are dry but your lips and tongue are so soft and warm. A little shudder runs through you and you press yourself against me. You tell me you’re sleepy as you run a finger around my nipple. I kiss your hair and say that I am too. We doze off on the couch, glowing.

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Part two of the Betty series from Pretty Dirty. I am at work again and it’s busy. The night is almost over when I’m told Betty is at the bar looking for me. I don’t know anyone named Betty and I’m busy and so I don’t have a chance to see who it is. Half an hour later someone tells me again. Wiping my hands on my apron I go out to see who the Betty person is. As soon as I see you I melt inside. All the details of our little escapade in the bathroom rush back to me and I feel myself getting hard. I walk to you, wrap my arms around you without a word and begin kissing you. You slide your soft full body against me. I can feel you rubbing yourself against my thigh. I drop my hands to your ass and pull you tighter against me. We break our kiss. I can feel all of your weight pushing against my leg. I am really hard. “Holy shit,” I say, “I’m so fucking glad to see you again.” “Me too,” you say, moving your hips against me, “do you have a few minutes?” I look at my watch. “If you give me a few minutes I can give you a lot more than that.” You bite your lip, smile and say that would be great. I kiss you once more, let you go and tell the bartender to comp you. “I only have one table left, as soon as they’re done I’m out of here. Fifteen minutes,” I say. You say you’ll wait. I go back to the dining room. The fifteen minutes takes forever. I am so impatient to be with you that I finally tell them I need to cash out. They give me their card and I am done. When I get to the bar you are still sitting there. You’re wearing a lacy black top, black pants and the same slingback shoes you had on the other night - along with a fitted black leather jacket. I take your hand and pull you off the stool and back into my arms. We kiss again, your soft lips against mine. I can taste the cool inside of your mouth with my tongue. I step back to look at you again and then lean back close. I whisper in your ear, “your tits are fantastic.” You blush a little and lead my hand to them. “Feel them,” you say, and I do. “Oh my god,” I say, “I think about the other night all the time. It was so good to be inside you.” You kiss my ear and tell me you’ve gotten off on it a few times since. You slide my hand down your body and against your crotch. “This is aching for you,” you tell me, “I want to feel you in there again.” Several eyebrows are rising around the bar. The bartender clears his throat and looks over at the manager who is standing there looking at us. “I think we’d better get out of here before I fuck you right here,” I say. You just nod and together we walk out. “So where do you want to go?,” you ask. I tell you that I live nearby and you squeeze my hand. We walk the few blocks to my place. Along the way we continue to kiss and play. I unlock the door and we tumble in laughing. As soon as the door is kicked closed my face is between your tits. You squeeze them against y head - they’re so warm and soft. You’re laughing as I come up for air. “You know Betty, I don’t even know where to start,” I say. You take off your jacket and toss it on the couch. You pull off your shirt and bra and let your gorgeous tits bounce free. “Why don’t you start by sucking my nipples a little,” you say, and I do. We move to the couch. I kiss across your chest from one side to the other and then up your neck to your face. Your skin smells so good. My tongue trails up your throat, around your jaw, across your cheek and to you lips. They’re so soft and sweet. As we kiss, your eyes are closed. When you open them I am amazed by how big and green and pretty they are. Your run your hands through my hair and around my face. Are tongues are touching, warm and wet and close. I tell you I want to take a shower, that I want to get the restaurant off of me. You say you’d like to take one too and we head into the bathroom. Watching you finish undressing - flipping off your shoes and standing barefoot on my bathroom floor, pushing your pants down and then peeling your thong off - makes me so hard for you. You begin unbuttoning my shirt and then just pull it over my head, along with my t-shirt too. I drop to my knees and push you back. You lean against the wall and I begin to kiss around your pussy. I wipe my finger along your lips and feel how wet you are already. I push my tongue up into you and suck. You moan a little and roll your hips at me. “I don’t know what is it,” you say under your breath, “that turns me on so much about sex in the bathroom.” As I like at your pussy I don’t really care. You hike one leg over my shoulder and I nuzzle deeper into you. I struggle to get my pants off - not easy in the position - and begin stroking myself. “Come on,” I say, standing up, “let’s get wet together.” I begin to run the shower and you kiss and caress my back. I step in and you follow. I squeeze some shampoo into my hand and begin washing my hair. Now you’re on your knees, kissing and sucking me. I tell you it feels good as I rinse my hair. You stand, still holding my dick, and kiss my nipples. You look at me with a wink and begin playing with your tits. You grab a bar of soap and begin rubbing it on your breasts. “So,” you say, fondling them, “you think I have nice tits?” I tell you I do and reach for them, squeezing them and pinching and pulling at your nipples. They stiffen under my fingertips. “Do you want to fuck them?,” you say with a smile. You kneel on the floor of the tub again and drop my dick between them. You squeeze them tightly together as I stroke myself between. I can’t tell you how great it feels, to be fucking them like this, to see the tip of my dick emerging from your big tanned tits and pressing against your throat. “You’re planning on being here a while, right?,” I ask, my hands on your shoulders. Looking up at me you say you don’t have any other plans. “That’s good,” I say, “because I want to cum on your tits right now but don’t want it to end there.” You lift me dick to your mouth and pop my head in, then you put it back and keep rubbing it. “I want your cum on me,” you say, rubbing faster. I moan and lean back against the wall of the shower, water sprinkling over us both. In a few seconds, warm jets of my cum are on you. You pull me out from between your tits and jerk me off, spraying my cum onto your tits and nipples. You put me back in your mouth and suck cum out of me. Then you bring your breast - wet with water and my cum - to your mouth and lick and suck them clean. I am in a daze as I stand there watching you. I am imagining what else we’ll do tonight. I want to make you cum with my mouth, I want to feel your weight on my face as you rub yourself off on my, I want to feel the inside of your pussy again. I can’t wait. But for the moment, all I can do is stand there in the shower, watching you and think how lucky I am.

This was for someone on Pretty Dirty. Writing it totally turned me on. I'd love to have some feedback. Do these stories do anything for you? You're at work and I come in. We go into a conference room. Your legs are bare, you're wearing round toed high heels - black, a short black skirt and a blue shirt with a black something sexy underneath. We close the conference room door and begin to kiss. Your mouth is sweet and wet and my tongue is moving inside it. Your skin and hair smell terrific. Your hands hold my face, mine are on your sides, holding you tight. I slide them to your breasts. They're so big and firm in my hands. I unbutton your shirt and pull the black top under it up. I lower my head and move my mouth from nipple to nipple - they get swollen as I suck on them. You sigh. We move to one of the big leather chairs. I sit and tell you to sit on the table in front of me. You do, with your ass on the edge. I roll closer and put my hands on your thighs and spread your legs. Your panties are black with red trim. I slip off your shoes and rub your feet - my eyes on your panties. My dick is hard. I lean in toward you and wrap my arms around you. I begin kissing the inside of your tanned left thigh and let my tongue trail along the edge of your panties. I can smell you. You moan a little as I run my finger along your pussy through your panties. They feel a little damp. I move my mouth to your right thigh and kiss you there - rubbing you harder now. You squirm. I use my hands to spread your legs wider and kiss the crotch of your panties. I can taste you through them. You taste good. I kiss around your panties and listen to you breathing - harder as I kiss. I slide a finger under your panties - your feel warm and wet against my knuckle as I pull your panties to the side, exposing you. Your pussy is gorgeous and I just want to kiss it. I start with my tongue at the bottom and squirm it inside you. You twist against me, trying to get more of my tongue into you. I move it up inside you. While I am licking you, you begin to rub your clit. It's swollen. I move my tongue in and out of you, resting my head on your right thigh. Now I move my mouth to your clit and kiss it. Very softly at first, barely brushing it with my lips; but then harder and soon with my tongue. You're moaning now - not loud but not softly either. I plaster my mouth around your clit and lick and suck at it. I slide to fingers inside you and begin to stroke them across the top of your pussy. You have your hands on my head, pushing me against you. Your legs are around my back, pulling me closer. My dick is aching to be inside you. [As I am writing this, my mouth is getting dry and my dick is really hard.] With my left hand, I reach down and struggle to undo my belt and open my pants. I pull my dick out and begin to stroke it while I eat you out. Your leaning back, your head is back, your long blonde hair a curtain behind you. Your eyes are half shut and your mouth is opened. As I kiss you sweet sounds drift out. I can feel your pussy beginning to contract against my fingers. I can tell you're going to cum. As I continue to kiss your clit, you tell me you're going to cum and say you want me inside you. I want to make you cum before I go in though so I keep kissing you until I feel you clenching against me and you're making a long low moan. You tell me you're cumming and I can tell. I stand and slide my dick along your slit. You're so wet. I slide my head in and move only a few inches into you. You begin to rub your clit and say to fuck you harder. I push all the way into you. You feels so smooth and wet and hot around me. The movement of my dick and your hips is tremendous. I wrap an arm over your shoulder and another around your back and pull you closer to me while we fuck. Your hair fills my face and I pour into you. We go faster. Your moan is music to me. I hold your tight and begin to cum into you - you gasp, I groan. I push a few more times and love the release I feel and my dick and cum fill you. I feel your mouth on my neck kissing me. With me still inside you, and you in my arms, I stand and then sit back in the high backed leather chair. I can still feel the quiver of your pussy as your orgasm continues and abates. We're both breathing heavily. We rest for a few minutes then you get off of me. Some of my cum comes out and falls onto my pants. You look at me then crouch down and lick it up. You straighten your panties and smooth your skirt. I put my dick - still wet from being inside you - back into my pants and fasten them up. You button your shirt. Our arms are around each other, holding tight. Your head on my chest, I kiss your hair. We kiss once more then leave the conference room.

Written for a reader of my Pretty Dirty blog. ------------------------------- It’s busy tonight. Most of our tables are full. My section is totally full. I love it for the tips but hate it for how busy it gets. A girl and a guy are seated. I’ll be honest, one of the things I like about my job is that I can stare - totally unabashedly - at women. I can tell them they look good, examine them carefully with my eyes, imagining the whole time what it would be like to be with them. Try doing that yourself. Try staring intently into a strangers face. Try nodding and smiling while you consider every detail of their eyes and nose and lips and hair and skin and teeth. In most cases you will be slapped or arrested. In my case, it is considered to be attentive and gets me more money. Sometimes I love my life. This couple sits. I will be honest, men are vague shadows to me, I see them but they don’t really register. It is the women I am interested in and the woman that sits now is exceptional. She is probably 26 years old. Her hair is a golden color, long over her shoulders and down her back. Her face is pretty - high cheeks, nice lips and amazing eyes. In the light, I can’t see the color but I can see they are big and bold and beautiful. Her body is something. Her tits mean business, bursting out the top of her shirt. They’re big and as I watch them move as she shifts in her chair I wonder how it would be to have my dick between them. I imagine it would be great. Her black shirt, with its deep v-neck and long sleeves, clings to her body. She has on a short gray skirt and expensive looking black heels. She’s wearing black tights and as she sat I thought I could see a flash of white thigh at the top. When they are settled, I walk to their table for drinks. Smiling, I welcome them, describe the specials and take their drink orders. In my mind, she is on her knees with my dick in her mouth. I smile to myself as I think about it and feel my dick getting hard. Throughout their meal, my eyes are all over her. I want to see what she’s wearing under her skirt. I want to feel the warm skin of her thighs and run my fingertips along her pussy lips. I want to feel and taste her mouth with mine. I imagine what it would be like to bring one of her big tits to my mouth, to feel her nipple getting hard against my tongue. All night I am there, checking in with them, making sure everything is alright. When I lean over pour some wide, I rest my hand on her back. I can feel her press back gently against my hand. Toward the end of the meal, her date excuses himself. I am at the table in a heart beat and lean close to her ear. “I’ve been thinking about you since you walked in,” I tell her, “and I want to be inside you.” I can see her skin flushing, red spreading across her chest, up her throat and to her cheeks. I press myself into her back and she presses back against me. “Meet me in the ladies room in five minutes.” Her date is walking back. She nods but says nothing. I ask if they would like to see a desert menu. She says yes and I walk off to get them. I bring them to the table and step away. I watch her chatting with her date, totally distracted, and checking the time on her phone every few seconds. Time seems to have stopped and my heart is pounding as I wait. Finally, she takes the napkin from her lap, folds it carefully, and excuses herself. In a flash I am behind her, following her into the bathroom. She walks straight into the furthest stall and I join her, closing the door behind us. Without any words, we are in each other’s arms, our lips together, the sweet subtle taste of her lipstick in my mouth. My hands are on her waist. It’s slender and flares into her full round hips and ass. I slide my hands under her skirt and feel the cool skin of her ass. It fills my hands as I squeeze and knead it. Our tongues meet and touch. In the light of the stall I see her eyes are light green and beautiful. My hands on her hips again, I turn her to face away from me. “Bend over,” I whisper. I lift her skirt, exposing the white skin of her ass. She’s wearing a thin black thong and black thigh high stockings. Her ass is so fucking inviting. I pull her thong to one side. Her pussy is bare and there’s a hint of wet on the edge of her lips. I run my fingers along her pussy, spreading it open and sliding one than two fingers into her. She is pushing herself back against my hand. My dick is ready to rip through my pants if I don’t do something soon. Her fingers are between her legs, fluttering on her clit, as I undo my pants and pull out my dick. I rub it up and down along her, spreading her again with my fingers. I push my head against the her opening and begin to slide myself inside. Just as I begin to go into her, the door opens and someone walks in. For a second we both freeze. Neither of us can wait though and soon I slide all of the way into her. She sighs as I do. Her pussy is warm, wet and tight. It holds me as I slide in and out of her, softly and slowly at first - trying to stay quiet. We begin to fuck harder though, unable to control ourselves. She groans then gasps as I push deep into her hard. The toilet nearby flushes. The other woman’s shoes tap on the floor as she walks to the sink. Her steps are hesitant as she registers the soft sounds from our stall. My hands are around her hips and waist pulling and pushing her on my cock. It’s so deep inside her, so wrapped in the warm skin of her, so wet with her. The sink runs and stops, slow footsteps make their way to the door and we hear it bang shut. All abandon is gone now and we fuck fast and deep and hard. She puts one foot on the edge of the toilet, spreading herself wider for me. We both realize we don’t have forever and I push myself as deep into her as I can reach. I reach around her body and squeeze her tits. We are both panting and I slide in and out of her faster and faster. She is pressing against me as well. Soon, I can’t hold back, I tell her I am going to cum. She tells me to cum inside her. With just a few more thrusts, I feel the cum flowing out of me and into her. She makes a little yelp as I cum. For a few seconds, we both stay still. She pulls way from me and turns around, pulling her thong back into place as she does. I reach around her and smooth down the back of her skirt. She reaches up and takes my face in her hands and kisses me again, hard, rubbing her lips across mine. My dick is still out, pressed against the front of her skirt. My arms are around her, holding her tight as we kiss. We pull apart. I put myself away. We step out of the stall and I straighten myself out in the mirror. A trace of her lipstick is on my mouth. I decide to leave it alone. She dabs her mouth and applies fresh lipstick. She walks out of the bathroom first. As she does, I see a faint dribble of cum running down the inside of her thigh. I follow a few moments after. I went to their table. “Have you decided on deserts,” I ask, looking straight and intently into her eyes. She eyes the menu and says she needs more time. I ask her date. He looks at her and smiles. “Nothing,” he says. He smirks at her and says, “we’ll have desert at home.” She smiles, her lips tight as she looks at me with a twinkle in her eye. Soon, he pays the bill and the get up and leave. I see a wet spot on her chair and I quickly wipe it with a napkin. I also see her bag on the floor. A moment later she comes back to the table, retrieves her bag and kisses me softly on the cheek. “Be sure to come again,” I tell her. She turns, walks out, turns back, blows me one more kiss and then leaves.

I love my nipples and the way the make me feel (hence my avatar). They are really sensitive and I love when my wife licks and kisses them.

There are several "Betty" stories on Pretty Dirty. I'll post them from time-to-time. Nuri Betty collects her clothes and goes into the bathroom to shower and get cleaned up. I sit smoking - naked - and listen to the water run. I go into the kitchen to get a drink - tea - and check email, messages, etc. I stub out my cigarette and go into the bathroom. Through the glass door of the shower I see Betty. Her back is to me and her long hair is a blonde strip down her back. As she washes herself she shifts her weight from one foot to the other. This does wonderful things for her ass. I can feel my dick getting hard. I put my tea down by the sink and open the shower door. I put my arms around Betty’s waist and press myself against her ass. She slides around in my arms to face me and gives me a kiss. “You’re insatiable,” she says. I tell her I guess I am. “I got to go to work though,” she says. “Maybe later?,” I ask. “Maybe,” she says, thinking for a second, “but not tonight.” I take the soap from the dish and begin to wash myself. “Why not?” I ask. “Because I have a date tonight.” This makes me laugh. “You had a date the other night too,” I say, “remember? When we fucked in the bathroom?” Betty puts her hand on my chest and plays with a nipple. “Of course I remember,” she says, “thinking about it makes me wet.” I put a finger between her legs and can feel the smooth wet of her pussy. “I guess you’re thinking about now.” She nods and kisses my chest. “So why don’t you come in with him for dinner tonight? You get your date and we get to fuck.” She stops kissing. “The thing is,” she says, “I kinda like this guy.” “‘Kinda like this guy?’ like I give a shit,” I say, “I’m not asking you for a date, I’m saying I want to fuck you again real soon; and since you’re saying now doesn’t work I’m just trying to figure out how soon I can be inside you again.” These words have an effect on her. Her hands are on my hips and she’s pulling me against her. We kiss, our lips apart our tongues together. I put my arms around her and spread her ass. I lift her off the floor of the tub and hold her against me. Her mouth is against me ear - “Go into me now but make it fast, I can’t be too late.” Her arms are around my neck and her legs wrapped around my waist. I reach through and between her legs to grab my dick. I push the tip of it against her pussy. I groans a little as she lets herself slide down around me. My arms are cradling her ass again and I begin to bounce her on me. We’re pressed tight together. Her arms around my neck. My face against her throat. Her tits against my chest. Her thighs around my sides. My hands around her ass. My dick inside her pussy. We slide and jerk and grunt and move together for a few minutes, the warm water of the shower falling around us. I kiss her throat and cum. My eyes closed I concentrate on the feeling of release between my legs, the feeling of Betty around me - of her lips on my ear, of her breath telling me she loves feeling my cum spreading inside her, of her arms and legs squeezing my tighter as I cum. Done, I slide out of her, she swings her legs off of me. We stand together, still in each other’s arms and kiss. The water is getting cold. I turn off the shower and we get out of the tub. Drying off, I ask her again - “so what about it, do you want to come by with you date for dinner?” She smiles as she bends to dry her legs - her breasts swaying - and looks up at me. “What the hell,” she says, “I’d love to.” I reach over and give her breast a squeeze. “Excellent,” I say, “then it’s a date.” We both laugh and get ready for our days - and begin imagining our night.