I looked at the outfit she’d thrust in my hand—similar to hers, but designed for a man. It was black spandex and consisted of not much more than a tank top and a thong with a pouch for my jewels. I shrugged to get into it. It felt strange as I pulled it up, the fabric sliding in my ass crack. I managed to stuff my twitching dick into the pouch, but the outline of my semierection showed clearly.
“So how do I look?” I said, turning in a small circle.
“Nice. Very nice,” she said, caressing my ass. The cheek she’d slapped twice felt warm and tingly beneath her hand. “Come on, I know you’ve been wanting a personal workout with me. Well, now you’ll get it, but you’re gonna have to really work to get anything else.”
With that she slapped my ass again and led me out into the weight room, and for the next hour I worked harder than I ever worked in my life. I lifted weights I’d never tried to lift before, with June continuing all the while to work my bare ass.
When I lifted the weights over my head, she would stand behind me and bring the flat of her hand down on my backside. When I bent over to put the weights down, she slapped my butt. When I complained of being tired, she drummed my ass for two or three minutes. My ass cheeks throbbed in time with my heart. And I was startled to find myself pushing my ass toward June’s hand.
My prick was harder than it had ever been, trapped in the tight fabric of the leotard. I was covered with a sheen of sweat, and June was as well. Although she wasn’t working out, except for the job she was doing on my exposed ass, the sweat had soaked her outfit to a transparency similar to her previous one, her nipples standing out against the fabric. The shadow of her cunt showed through the bottom of the leotard. The thong had worked up into the crack of her pussy, separating her cunt lips.
Finally she led me to the weight bench and had me lie down on my back. My ass throbbed against the vinyl covering, while in the pouch of the leotard my cock throbbed for a different reason. June straddled the bench, standing just over my head, her crotch inches from my face. She reached down and pulled the thong away from her cunt, exposing her glistening slit. Without a word, she lowered her pussy onto my mouth. I tongued her for all I was worth, driving deep into her pungent folds while she moaned above me. I pursed my lips around her engorged clit and sucked it gently.
This finally sent her over the edge. Her hips began rocking, grinding her cunt against my face, and then she froze, trembling, as her body spasmed and she came all over my mouth.
After a moment June stood up, pulled me to my feet, and swiftly peeled off my drenched leotard. She knelt in front of me and swallowed my raging dick, while reaching around to caress and squeeze my tender ass. I was so turned on that in a moment I felt myself close to coming. I tried to pull away, wanting to fuck her, but she sucked me harder until I surrendered to the most explosive orgasm I’d ever had.
After coming, I stayed hard, and June’s eyes were glazed with excitement as I pulled the leotard off her, then bent her over the bench for a generous helping of the backside TLC we now knew we both craved. As she rocked back, I snaked my other hand around to find her pussy and finger it. She cried out happily, grinding her cunt onto my hand.
I repositioned myself behind her and slid my cock into her. She was so wet that it went all the way in on the first stroke. I fucked her as hard as I could until we both blew. Drenched in sweat, we held each other until finally June kissed me softly and said, “Still wish you’d stayed in bed this morning?”
Soon after that I bought some home gym equipment and hired June as my personal trainer. Now three times a week we spank each other while we work out, then fuck ourselves silly. I have even bought a few of those special outfits to work out in, so nothing comes between my ass and her hand.
—Name and address withheld
The Naked Girl in His Shower Turned Out Not to Be His Wife
This happened on a Saturday afternoon. My wife had gone out shopping with her mother, while I stayed home to do some yard work. After I finished, I went in to take a shower. I was washing my hair when I felt a warm, soft set of lips around my cock. Since my wife likes giving me blowjobs, I figured she had come back early, so I kept my eyes shut and enjoyed the pleasure. It went on and on, until I came with a groan, shooting my load down her throat, as she swallowed every drop.
Imagine my shock and surprise when I opened my eyes to see Clair, our 18-year-old next-door neighbor, totally naked. Boy, oh, boy, did she look good, too!
As I stood speechless, Clair hastily explained that she had come to see my wife with a message from her mother, but since she had found me all alone she had decided to go for it. She then took a deep breath (which did great things for her tits) and told me she wanted me to be her first lover.
Still in shock, I asked her why me. Her reply was that she had always had a thing for me, and she wanted it to be me rather than some clumsy idiot her own age.
Well, who could resist that? Naturally I gave in, and soon we were in the bedroom. Clair sucked me hard again, then lay down on the bed and spread her legs. Either she had trimmed her pussy or her blond pubic hair was naturally sparse, but either way she was totally hot.
I got on top of her and sucked her tits awhile before I moved down between her smooth legs to eat that 18-year-old pussy. She was sweet as honey, and I lapped away happily. I made sure she had a climax before I got on her again.
After fingering her wet pussy for a few minutes, I put my cock at her entrance, and she started moaning as I eased into her. When I met resistance I asked if she was ready, and when she nodded I pulled back slightly, then rammed my cock in to the hilt. She lurched and gave a little cry, but when I stopped she begged me to continue. I’d only been pumping her for a minute or so when I lost it and shot my load into her deflowered pussy. Her eyes widened when she felt me shoot inside her, and I think she came again.
After a minute I rolled off her, and I figured that was it, but the little minx wanted more. She rolled over on top of me and kissed me, sticking her tongue in my mouth, pressing her tits into my chest, and wriggling on top of me until I got hard yet again. Then she sat up and took me inside her, and soon she was bouncing up and down on me and yelling with pleasure. She came again, and so did I.
She finally got dressed and left only when I told her that my wife would be home any minute. Now, whenever my wife goes shopping, Clair usually stops by and we continue her education.
—R.L., Houston, Texas
She Was Married, but Still Kind of Innocent: He Changed That
I am a 32-year-old owner and operator of a growing advertising agency. I have 16 employees, and I am always looking for bright young people to help my business grow. I recently hired a brilliant young man named George. George happens to have a beautiful 18-year-old wife. Her name is Ellen, and she looks so sweet and innocent that as soon as I met her I knew I had to have her.
Now don’t get me wrong—I would never break up their happy home. It’s just a game that I play, seducing the young wives of my employees. I do it all the time, and it’s a lot easier than you might think. I don’t have the time or the desire to have a permanent relationship with a woman, but I love fucking them and showing them what they’re missing with their insipid young husbands.
I started with a sweet redhead named Bette, the wife of the first man I ever hired. After that came the voluptuous Nancy, then a big-titted blond bombshell named Lily. There was Susie, the wife of my accountant, who I didn’t even have to proposition before she was on her knees with my cock in her mouth.
Then there was Nora, a sexy dark-haired young mother, who turned out to be obsessed with black penises. Oh, did I forget to tell you I was black? I also forgot to mention that I’ve got a 10-inch cock that is about the diameter of a Pepsi can.
In order to facilitate my pursuit of Ellen, I sent George to Tokyo to make a presentation at a week-long business conference. The day after he left I called Ellen and told her it was important that she meet me at my office that afternoon. I told her t
o come alone and to tell no one. She wanted to know what it was about, but I just said again that it was very important, and she said she would be there.
When she showed up I began by asking her a little about herself. She told me that she and George had grown up together in a small town in Alabama, had gone to church together as kids, and had finally gotten married six months ago. As she talked I appreciatively took in her fine willowy body. She had long legs, blond hair, big sky-blue eyes, a pug nose, high cheekbones, thick lips, and a nice set of tits. She spoke with a Southern accent, and for some reason her voice turned me on even more than her sexy legs or her flawless ivory skin.
I could tell that she was nervous, so I quickly got down to business. I told her that I had been thinking about George’s future. He was a fine young man, I said, and would go far, given the proper backing. I said I had the option of giving him a promotion and a substantial raise, but on the other hand, I was leery about bringing him along too quickly. It was a decision I had to make, and it depended on many factors.
I let her think about that for a few minutes. There was no way I was going to give her an ultimatum, or make her a straight-out proposition—that wasn’t how I worked, and I didn’t need a sexual harassment suit. It had to be her idea, and I was pretty sure she would get it. What she would do about it was another matter. “What—what does it depend on?” she asked finally.
“As I said, it depends on many things,” I told her, and I let my eyes travel down her body. She blushed a little, but I thought I saw something in her eyes that encouraged me. This girl may have been innocent, but she was not that easily shocked. And maybe she was curious, too.
“You know…” she said, in a low voice, not looking at me. “You know, no one else has ever… I mean, George is the only man I’ve ever…”
I said nothing, but it turned me on even more, knowing that if I succeeded, I would be only the second man to fuck her. I love the innocent ones the best. I enjoy bringing out the hidden sluttiness that I believe is inside most women, and turning them into passionate doxies hungry for my dick.
“Maybe I can help you make your decision,” Ellen said then, her voice a whisper now. “But no one can ever find out.”
“It will be our little secret,” I assured her. I thought of turning on the three video cameras hidden around my office, but I decided to save that for later. After another pause Ellen stood up and began taking off her clothes.
Her melon-sized tits were amazingly firm. “Mmm, how big are your breasts, Ellen?” I asked her.
“They’re 38C,” she replied, and to my surprise she cupped them in her hands and smiled at me. “Do you like them?” she asked.
So much for maidenly modesty. “Yes, I do,” I replied, and a minute later I added, “and I just knew you were a natural blonde!”
Now she stood in front of my desk naked as the day she was born, with her arms at her sides. “Come on around here,” I said. She moved around to where I was sitting, and I slid my chair back and had her sit up on my desk, facing me. I then positioned her feet on the edge, so that her legs were doubled up, her calves pressed against her thighs.
“Are you going to lick me?” she asked nervously as I gazed down at her blond bush and her thin-lipped coral-pink pussy.
“Do you want me to?” I asked.
Her face turned red. “George won’t do it,” she murmured. “But I’ve heard other girls say it feels really good.”
“Well, if George never licked this beautiful pussy, then George is a damn fool!” I said, and I licked her glistening slit from her asshole all the way to her clitoris. She gave a little cry and shivered as I tongued her crinkled anus and her tiny pink vaginal mouth. Moving to her clitoris, I took the tiny erect nub between my teeth and sucked on it as my middle finger wormed its way inside her pussy. I then flicked the tip of her clitoris lightly and repeatedly with my tongue.
“Oh, God, I’m going to come!” she squealed as she pulled my face tightly against her trembling body. That body rocked and convulsed, and I slid another finger inside her as I continued to lick and suck her clitoris. Her pussy tasted fresh and clean, just as I had known it would. She thrashed and writhed, her hips rotating steadily in response to the movement of my mouth and tongue. “Yes, so good, this feels so good!” she moaned blissfully, and I continued to lick her juices until her orgasm had subsided.
“My God! That was unbelievable!” she wailed. Leaning down, she took my face in her hands and looked deeply into my eyes, then kissed me passionately.
My dick was throbbing for attention. “You liked that, huh, baby?”
“God, yes, I’ve never come like that!” she panted. “But then, no one has ever licked me there.”
“Are you ready to make me feel just as good?” I asked, taking her tiny hands and moving them to my belt buckle.
“You mean—” I watched her cheeks turn red yet again. “I’ve never done that… with my mouth,” she whispered, before adding, “I’ve always wanted to try it, though.” And with that she unbuckled my belt and slowly unzipped my fly. Her fingers were shaking slightly.
I stood up long enough to strip off my shirt and step out of my trousers. I watched her eyes widen as I slipped off my briefs and my cock became visible. I sat back in my chair and let my dick bob up and down freely, my scrotum hanging heavily down the front edge of the chair. With the curiosity of a child, Ellen slid off my desk and fell to her knees between my spread legs. “God, it’s so big!” she whispered, looking up at me with those big blue eyes.
I wrapped her hand around it. “Make it feel good,” I told her, and when I released her hand it began to pump up and down on my shaft. She bent forward and rubbed my dick against her cheek. She kissed it once, then pressed her pillowy lips against it again and moved them up and down its length. When she closed her eyes and took a deep breath, I knew she was breathing in my scent. “Lick it around the tip,” I suggested, and she lashed out her surprisingly long tongue and did just that, then went on licking up and down its length. “Yeah, your tongue feels so good, baby. Now just suck it a little.”
Ellen drew in her breath. Then she took the crown of my cock in her mouth and sucked on it, her long tongue swirling around and over the tip, while her hand continued to pump the shaft. “Mmm,” she hummed around the hard flesh as she moved lower, taking more and more of my dick into her mouth. She was really getting into it now, and I moaned as I felt her stroke my balls with her free hand.
I reached out and ran my fingers through her long blond hair, palming the back of her head. I felt the sperm churning in my loins, and I knew I would soon be shooting in her mouth. “I’m going to come, and I want you to swallow it,” I told her.
She closed her eyes and moaned around my cock as her tongue continued to dance around the crown. “Here it comes!” I groaned loudly. Ellen’s eyes opened wide, and she swallowed rapidly as I filled her mouth, her head bobbing up and down, her cheeks swelling and hollowing over and over again. Only a small amount of my sperm escaped from the corners of her luscious lips and dripped down her chin. Ellen was a natural-born cocksucker, there was no doubt about that. She continued to suck on my cock until she had drained me of every drop.
When Ellen finally let my dick fall from her mouth, she wiped off her chin with her fingers and then licked them clean as she smiled up at me. I was so turned on by her that my cock was still hard. I stood up and pulled her to her feet, then sat her back up on the desk, again positioning her feet on the edge. “Take my cock and rub it up and down on your pussy,” I told her.
She did as I said, which made my pole even harder. “Oh, it’s so big and thick! I don’t think it will fit inside me,” Ellen said. I sensed her nervousness, but I could also feel her anticipation as she positioned my dick just outside her opening.
“Just relax, baby,” I said soothingly as I pressed myself against her dripping hole. Ellen gasped loudly as the thick crown pushed into her. Her body thrashed about, but she didn’t pull back. I held her tight
ly and let her get used to it. Soon her juices were cascading all around it, and I was able to slide another inch into her. It was a slow process, but with patience, and with her as eager for it as I was, I finally buried myself to the hilt in her tight, narrow passage, and soon after that I was fucking her like a bitch in heat, and she was squealing loudly and begging for more.
“Yes, you like this big black dick in your pussy, don’t you, girl?” I growled.
Ellen was really into it now. “Oh, yes, fuck my pussy. I love your big black cock stretching me open!” she groaned in her sweet Southern accent.
I sucked and bit on her big juicy tits as I pounded into that white girl’s pussy. Her long, sexy legs wrapped around me, her ankles locked at the small of my back. When she cried out that she was coming I fucked her harder than ever; I wanted her to crave my dick for the rest of her life. As she began to convulse I buried myself deep inside her and spurted into her tiny womb. She screamed as her body shook and spasmed uncontrollably, and only when her orgasm was over did I let my cock fall from her quivering pussy.
As I sat back in my chair, Ellen fell to her knees again, taking my dripping cock in her hand and looking up at me with shining eyes. “Can I suck it again?” she asked.
I smiled down at her and nodded. I soon hardened again in her eager mouth, and she played with her pussy as she sucked me. A few minutes later we came together, and she hungrily swallowed every drop.
“Does it make me a bad person to—well, you know—enjoy doing this?” she asked as she cleaned off my cock with her sexy tongue. Intrigued once again at her strange mixture of innocence and wantonness, I assured her that it did not.
As with most of the wives I seduced, I had intended to dally with Ellen only once and then move on, but even after her husband returned from Tokyo, I could not stop thinking about how good it had been. I finally resolved to have her at least once more, and to make it even more titillating this time. It was on a Tuesday morning that I called her at home and told her to come down to the office. So that no one—especially George—would see her come in, I told her to go around to the back door, and I would let her in.
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