Lartmada

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“Did you finish…”
“Yes, hon. It’s all done. Stop worrying, it’s not like we’ve invited the Pope or something. It’s just a couple of friends over for dinner.”
She didn’t have to finish her sentence. She’d been freaking out all afternoon about this and that. It happened every time we had people over. We would put off getting the house ready until the last minute, and then try to get everything done all at once. This time was no different. We woke up early (well, early for a weekend anyway, somewhere around 9 or 10) and started cleaning. We tidied up the house all the way through the afternoon (stopping only for a small lunch — mmm, sandwiches again). Then we headed into town (we live “out” of town, kind of) to run some errands and pick up the rest of the groceries for the dinner we were planning. When we got back to the house (which, by this time, was just past four in the evening), we proceeded to start cooking dinner and getting things ready for our guests (setting the table, putting the “guests-are-coming-so-we-need-to-make-the-house-not-smell-like-cats” candles, and anything else we may have forgotten earlier).
Dinner was going to be great. My wife was not a very ambitious cook when we first met (and I’m not really sure why). Her mother is a great cook (everything from scratch) and my wife’s sister is also a good cook. My wife, however, never really helped out in the kitchen much, and thus, never inherited the gene I guess. In the early years, I was our main source of nourishment (I’m not amazing, but I can be pretty handy with a pair of tongs and some Mrs. Dash). Flash-forward to now, my wife has since developed quite the innovative cooking gene (from God-knows where) and we eat quite well on a regular basis, even with my previous repetitive-sandwich comment (which is also probably why I’ve gained a few pounds since we got married).
Anyway, back to dinner, we were pulling out all of the stops, for us anyway (which is what we usually tried to do when we were having people over). We had bought some really nice looking steaks (which I was going to attempt to make taste as good as they looked). We also had some home-grown potatoes ready for mashing (with “gah-lick”, of course … thanks Emeril), green beans and bacon pieces, and an apple crisp for desert. Oh, and a salad to start off with, but who wants to hear about the healthy part. I always love having friends over, because it means that I get to eat really well.
Anyway, our friends arrived (just as planned for once) just before the dinner was about done. They came in, took their coat and shoes off, and got comfortable while we finished off dinner. Within ten minutes, we were all at the table tucking in our napkins (well, I was doing the tuck at least, but that’s because I always end up spilling something).
We finished eating, put everything in the dishwasher, and talked about what we were going to do next. Our friends were staying for the whole weekend (they were visiting from the other side of the state) and, even though we’re not the most out-going couple, we still had a few things planned that could be fun.
We ended up deciding on heading into town (insert red-neck joke here) and hitting some of the clubs in town. There were a few dance clubs that we liked to go to every now and then, and our friends thought that that sounded like as good of plan as any. So, we all changed and piled in the car, ready for a night of fun.
We got to the club, which was packed more than usual, and found a table off to the side. After ordering some drinks, the two gals (as women so often do) decided that they needed to go use the facilities. As they walked away, I couldn’t help but notice how great they both looked in their little skirts and “cleavage-showing” tops.
You may have noticed that this is the first reference to anything even remotely sexual. Well, to be honest, this night (and weekend for that matter) was never intended to be some wild and crazy sex-o-rama. That was all getting ready to change, though.
As they walked to the bathroom, I looked at them both. My wife (who we’ll call Jenny) always looks great to me. She doesn’t turn as many heads as she’d like (she’s also put on a few pounds since we got married), but she still has a great body. She’s got actual curves, something a lot of today’s toothpick, Olsen twin wanna-bees lack. Her butt, while bigger than I know she’d like, has actually got something that you can reach around and grab (or slap). She also has a couple of really nice tits, weighing in at around a 38C or so. To top everything off, she has some of the most beautiful blonde hair you’ll ever see. When she cleans herself up to go out, she really puts me in the mood.
My friend’s wife (who we’ll call Amanda) is also a looker. She is slightly smaller than my wife, but not the “I-feel-bad-for-eating-a-piece-of-bread-in-front-of-you-because-you-look-like-you’re-starving” small. Here tits are slightly smaller (about 34 or 36B), but still look great because she is built slightly smaller all around. She, too, has a great ass. While blonde hair is my favorite, she makes the brunette thing quite sexy.
They came back from the bathroom and we finished off our drinks; then we had a few more. After sufficient alcohol to hide our inhibitions of our dancing skills, we headed out to the dance floor. While we were on the floor, everything seemed innocent enough. Minus a few other friends, it could have been a high school dance. We sort of formed our own little group, facing each other, and laughed each time one of us tried something beyond our normal one or two moves. I thought that I noticed a few times that my buddy eyed my wife in a weird, “lustful” kind of way, but passed it off as “tipsy paranoia”.
The night was getting later (and we were getting tipsier, except for me, who had to drive home). We headed out to the dance floor for one last laugh before we headed home for the night. We proceeded to make fun of our lack of dance skills, until the slow song came on. My buddy and my wife were both laughing at each other, arm around one another’s shoulder. We were getting ready to re-group and grab our respective dance partners, when my buddy asked me if I would mind him dancing with my wife on this one. I didn’t have a problem with it (hell, this would give me an excuse to dance with his wife).
I nervously (hey, I’m a nerd, and mostly sober at this point, cut me some slack) moved in and put my arm around Amanda’s waist. She, being quite intoxicated, had no inhibitions and put both of her arms around my neck. I made an effort to keep the slightest bit of space as we danced (”a” I didn’t want my wife to get mad if she was to look over and “b” I didn’t want Amanda to notice the hard-on I was sure I would get if we started to rub up against each other).
My worries about my wife being mad were unnecessary, though. I looked in her direction to see if they were laughing at me for thinking too much, but I’m pretty sure neither of them had a care in the world at that moment. My wife had both of her arms wrapped around my buddy’s back, her hands up on his shoulders. Her head was resting right on his chest. His hands were stretched all the way down, cupping her ass cheeks, while he had his head resting on top of hers. At first, the scene in front of me caught me off guard. However, I soon noticed that the thickening bulge in my pants (thanks Amanda) started to thicken even faster. I watched them dance until the song was over. When it ended, my buddy kissed my wife on the cheek and we all walked over to our table to get ready to go.
When we got back to the house, we all said our goodnights and headed to bed. When my wife and I were finally alone in bed, I asked her if she had fun tonight.
“Yes, I had a great time. It was really good that we all got to catch up. It’s been so long since we’ve all seen each other.”
Maybe it was just my paranoid brain working overtime, but I could have swore that she was trying to avoid something as she spoke. So, I just took the initiative and went full speed ahead.
“It looked like you and Cory were having fun on that last song, you know.” Cory is what we’ll call my buddy.
“Oh, you saw that, huh. Well, I was pretty tipsy and it just sort of happened. Sorry, I didn’t mean anything by it.”
I believed her. If there is anyone on this earth that is more innocent than my wife, I’ve never met them. However, I decided to press this a little more, just for the fun of it. You see, my wife has always thought that Cory is good looking. I mean, there really is no denying it. The guy works out on a regular basis and still, in his mid-twenties, has one of those baby faces. He’s maybe an inch shorter than me and weighs a bit less (although, he is in a lot better shape than I am). He’s also got dark hair, like his girl, and he’s one of those lucky bastards that seem to have a tan year round, even though he never goes into a tanning booth.
“Well, did you at least enjoy yourself? Or were you too “tipsy” to do even that?” I said this in a somewhat sarcastic voice. I didn’t want here to think I was mad (because I wasn’t). I just wanted to tease her a bit.
“Oh, yeah, I enjoyed it. I wasn’t that drunk. He smelled really good. I’m pretty sure he enjoyed it too.” She got a big smile on her face as she said that.
“What makes you say that?” Now, I was intrigued.
“Well, don’t tell him that I’m telling you this, I don’t want him to get embarrassed, but while we were “moving” to the music, I felt him get a hard-on.”
“What!”
“Yeah. It was standing at attention for most of the song. It’s big, too. Well, at least it felt that way. I can’t be sure, of course.”
Believe it or not, this was the dirtiest thing I’d ever heard my wife say. As I said earlier, she is the most innocent person I know (or, at least she used to be).
“Wow. I can’t believe you felt it and didn’t freak out or something.”
“Me too. I think that the alcohol had something to do with it. I think I actually liked it. I hope you’re not mad.”
“Actually, when I noticed you guys dancing so close, it kind of turned me on. And this, what you just told me, is making me hot again. Wow”
We talked about it a little more and then had a great — and I mean great — time under the sheets. It was, oddly enough, even better than usual.
The next day, while I was making us some breakfast (again, I really like food), I couldn’t get the things that my wife and I discussed just before our amazing fuck the night before. As breakfast was just about done, Amanda came out of the guest bedroom in some tiny shorts and a nightshirt. To make matters worse (or better, depending on your point of view), she didn’t have on a bra either. Her nipples were clearly visible through her thinning nightshirt. I had started some hot water for coffee, or tea, or whatever (my wife and I don’t drink coffee, so we just have instant on hand for people who come over that actually do drink it), and she walked through the kitchen to pour herself a cup of joe. As she passed me in the kitchen, her breasts brushed my arm — I actually felt shivers/goose-bumps as it happened.
I always thought that Amanda was a good-looking gal. Ever since I knew her, in fact. I never did, though, have the feelings toward her that were flashing through my head right now. As she stood there fixing her cup of coffee, I just stood, mesmerized by her beauty, unable to take my eyes off of her. Of course, anytime you start to stare at someone, they are bound to look around and notice you.
“What?” She looked around and saw me looking at her.
“Oh, I was just wondering if you needed some help or something.” Great going — way to think on your feet, there casonova.
“No, I’m fine. I had a good time last night dancing. I know Cory had fun too. He told me last night that he really enjoyed dancing with Jenny. He said that she has a nice ass.”
“What?!” Did she just say what I thought she said. Does she not care that he was grabbing another woman’s ass … and does she not care that, rather than pretend that it never happened and blame it on the booze, he’s telling her about it as if he was a honor student bragging to his parents about his great grades. Geeze!
“I noticed that you were keeping your distance with me, too, while we were dancing. That was cute.”
As she saying this, she leaned sideways and rested an elbow on the counter top, sticking out her ass to one side. It really was quite a seductive pose. She must have seen me looking…
“You seem to like what you see. The next time we dance, don’t try to leave a space. You’ll have a lot more fun if you just give in and grind.” I think that she could tell that I was speechless, so she added: “Don’t worry, I’m not crazy. Cory and I have recently tried some swinging back home and found that we both love it. He couldn’t stop talking about getting a chance to make some kind of move on you guys while we were here. I’m sure that’s why he suggested that we swap dance partners last night. Did it bother you?”
“No, not really.”
“Well, don’t make anything of it. I’m sure the five or so drinks he had also had something to do with it. Don’t let it bother you and ruin the weekend. I want us all to have fun while we’re together.”
Wow… With that she walked out of the kitchen, making sure to brush her tits against my arm again. I stood there, dumbstruck, and almost forgot why I was in the kitchen in the first place. Almost forgot (did I mention that I love food).
Meanwhile (did anyone else get a comic book/old Batman TV show vibe just now?), while I was in the kitchen with Amanda (not Dinah), my wife was taking a shower. Our house (our dream-house, that we finally had custom built) has a fantastic master bath. There are no doors or walls separating the bath from the bedroom, however, so if someone walks into the bedroom, they have a clean shot at you when you are in the bathroom.
Well, you guessed it, as my wife is toweling off, in walks Cory (with some lame excuse like, “I was looking for a towel for my shower.”). He’s standing there (in just his boxers), starring at my wife (who’s naked while toweling off her hair). She finishes hand drying her hair, looks up, and is shocked to see the man who was grinding on her last night starring at her naked body. She through the towel around her body real quick and jumped into her closet.
“Do you need something Cory?”
I’m sure I knew what he was thinking, but he said, “Yeah, I can’t seem to find a towel. Do you have some extras in here?”
“Yes, they are in the closet by the shower.”
“Thanks. You look great, by the way.”
With that, he walked out of the room, leaving my wife to ponder the whole incident.
The rest of the day went really well (aside from the expectedly awkward breakfast). My wife and each told each other about our encounters with our friends that morning, each of swearing that the other had the more interesting meeting. Neither of us were quite sure of what to make of the whole situation, but for now we decided to just play it cool and act as if nothing out of the ordinary had occurred.
That night after dinner (I’ll skip the food details this time), we all decided that it would be fun to play a game of poker. This was something that Cory and I did a lot in college with some other friends, and we thought that it would be fun to see how bad (or good, possibly, but probably not) our wives were.
As the night drew on, and the first (and second) bottle of wine was emptied, the games started to get more and more ridiculous. Half way through the third bottle, Cory decided that he’d had enough of our normal game of poker and decided to pipe up with a suggestion.
“Alright, what do you think, this time we actually play for something.”
“What do you have in mind?” I asked him this, thinking that he would answer with some monetary unit, as we used to play for cash in college.
“Let’s make things interesting. I think we should play for clothes.”
A short bit of (awkward) silence followed his statement. I was sure that my wife would want to have nothing to do with it (I can barely get her to agree to daytime sex unless the blinds are closed as tightly as is humanly possible). She, however, was the first to respond.
“Alright, let’s do it.”
What?! Little innocent Jenny — who all know is not good at poker — has just agreed to play for clothes. Can this be true.
“Alright, if she’s in, I’m in too. It’s just you now Ben. Are you in, or are you just going to watch?”
Amanda said that with a sexy little smirk that I just couldn’t say no to (even though I really would have liked to just watch her take off her clothes, as I knew that she, too, was horrible at poker).
“Alright, if everyone else is in, count me in too.” I gave my wife a look that said, “Are you sure this is what you want?” She just looked back at me with a somewhat diabolical smile that I took to mean that she was primed and ready to go.
“Okay, here’s how it’s going to go.” Cory began to explain the rules … apparently he’d done this a lot. “We’ll each name the article of clothing that we are betting, and, Ben, you can write it down on the pad so that we don’t forget each others’ wagers. Sound good?”
We all agreed and Cory volunteered to deal first. We had been playing Texas Hold’em earlier and decided that that would be just fine for this version as well (and, we didn’t feel like explaining a new set of rules to the girls).
Cory passed out cards to everyone and we all looked at our first hand. I was ecstatic! Two tens, on the first hand of the game. A bunch of the pressure was immediately lifted off my shoulders. I didn’t want to be too bold, however, as we were about to start our first round of betting. I tried to play it cool by betting only my socks (this way I might entice the others to be a bit more bold). The two girls each bet their socks too, while Cory (alcohol, maybe) said he was wagering his shirt (crap, maybe he has a good hand). Cory turned over the first card (an 8), the second (another 10!, can you believe my luck), and the third (another 8, holy cow!). I don’t even need the other two, I though. Feeling good about my full house, I decided to be more daring this round. I bet my shirt (hoping to get a few of the girls to come along). It worked, as they both bet their shirts as well. Cory, again feeling seemingly good, bet his pants on this round. We each turned over our cards … yes! No one even came close to my hand. I held up my list of each of our bets and began to read off each of the other’s wagers.
Cory, definitely influenced by his drinks, had no inhibitions and immediately took off his wagered clothing (the bastard really did have a year-round tan). He sat there waiting as the girls found their courage to follow through. My wife was obviously the most uneasy about the whole thing. She was clearly waiting for Amanda to make the first move. As soon as Amanda moved to take off her wagered clothes, my wife did the same. Soon, I was sitting in the midst of three shirtless people (and one who was also pantless). This is going to be good, I thought.
Well, it was my wife’s turn to deal next. (I’m not sure how, because she never really plays cards, but for some reason, she is pretty good at shuffling. Anyway…) Feeling as if I couldn’t be touched, I grabbed my cards quickly, hoping for another good hand. Crap… a jack of hearts and a 4 of hearts — this one would not be as good.
Since the others weren’t feeling so hot from the last round, an alteration to our game plan was made (and I wasn’t about to start complaining with this hand). Instead of betting twice, we decided to just bet once after all the cards were down. So, my wife laid down the first card (6 of diamonds), the second (6 of hearts), and the third (2 of hearts). Then she laid down the turn card (10 of clubs). Lastly, the river (an ace of hearts). Holy cow! Another good hand, this time a flush. Judging by everyone’s luck in the previous round, I decided to be a little daring, so I bet my shirt (as opposed to my socks … give me some credit). My wife, sitting there sockless and shirtless, bet her pants. Amanda did the same. Cory, who had on nothing but socks and his boxer-briefs, bet his socks. I’ve got ‘em, I thought, none of them are betting much. As it turned out, Cory was just being modest.

Diary p.2: “Now I have found myself in a bizarre situation. My so-called normal life spiraled out of control in the last two months. I am writing this in hopes that one day I can make sense of all this. Tomorrow I will go in for my first shoot. I don’t know how I got myself into this mess exactly but I will try my best. I feel scared and so helpless, but I can’t back out now.”
Angie closed her diary and put in under her pillow. She tried to fall asleep while reflecting on the last two months of her life.
It all started with the breakup. Her boyfriend all of a sudden just got up and left. She was trying to get her marketing degree and was waiting tables part-time to pay for half the rent. Angie became completely stressed out. She was struggling to pay for her boyfriend’s half since he moved out and school plus work didn’t leave her time to find a roommate. Her grades dropped and her life seemed to collapse around her.
Angie needed release. Even though she had an exam the following evening and work the next morning she couldn’t bring herself to study. Her friend Susan called her to go out to a nightclub and that was music to her ears. Angie really wanted to let loose so she put on the skimpiest outfit she had in her wardrobe. She wore a thin nylon halter top exposing her shoulders and midriff and a tight mini that wrapped around her big bubble butt. She put on some high-heel stilettos to finish the look. Angie looked in the mirror and noticed the top stretching around her breasts and her nipples pointing out noticeably.
Her friend Susan picked her up that night. Even though Angie thought she dressed up a little too sexy Susan was dressed like a complete slut. Susan wore a pink fishnet top that showed her big breasts and a little mini with two slits on the sides that ran all the way up. The skirt was so short that it exposed her butt cheeks and her shaven clit.
Angie felt uncomfortable as the two made their way to the club. Susan had taken them to a new hotspot that they had never been to. It was in a rather unfamiliar part of town and Angie was worried. Susan didn’t seem to notice or share her concern, she was absolutely enthralled. Outside the line was line and it looked to be a mixed crowd, but the big black bouncer let them in before she got a good look. Inside was dark except the flashing strobe lights and loud pumping beats. Angie got a better look at the crowd. All the girls were hot and sexy and dressed like Susan. The men were all big and… black. Angie was shocked and a bit disgusted, she didn’t let it out but she didn’t like black men. They always gave her lewd glares and threw nasty comments at her during school and sometimes at work. She wondered why all these girls dressed like this at this club with all these black men around.
Susan quickly ran off into the crowd leaving Angie by herself. Angie was almost beside herself. She went to the bathroom to avoid the crowd. Not what she had hoped for. The women’s bathroom reeked of semen and loud screaming and banging could be heard in some of the stalls. She took off right away and headed straight for the bar. A ton of black men immediately surrounded her offering to buy her drinks. Angie was afraid but she didn’t want to offend them so she gave in and started downing shots. Angie was small of stature, only 5′2″ and about 100 pounds. The alcohol hit her quick. Not before long the black men had their hands all over her body and she was too plastered to do anything about it. Her head was pounding and she swore she could have felt a big black cock rubbing against her butt cheeks. She was being overwhelmed so she stumbled out the club. Not only could she not find Susan she had left her purse at the bar. Afraid to go back in and too drunk to think straight, Angie stumbled down the block trying to wave down a taxi. She blacked out.
Angie awoke with a big black cock swinging in front of her face. She looked around to see that she was in an alley somewhere. Three big black men stood in front of her with their big black cocks hanging out. They were obscenely huge and the funky aroma assaulted her senses. She was up close and personal with what she feared most.
Angie wondered how she ended up in this predicament. She panicked. Angie knew what they wanted but she was afraid for her life. She came to terms with herself and got on her knees. Her hands reached out for the two big black cocks next to her face and began stroking them. Angie opened her mouth and lifted the big black cock in front of her with her tongue and swallowed the big cock head into her mouth. It was thick and heavy and tasted foul but there was something carnal about it and a rush of heat passed through between her legs.
The next few moments were a blur. The burly black man grabbed the back of her head and started to fuck her face, pushing his giant black cock down her throat. This seemed to go on for a while before a police car stops at the alley. The three black men bolt for it, leaving a confused Angie on her knees with swollen cheeks. A big black cop steps out of the cop car and checks her out.
Angie couldn’t remember clearly if she suck off the black cop to get a ride home but she eventually found herself home. She was pretty sure that she had been groped and frisked though because the cop had said she smelled like weed. In the condition she was in she could have been totally drugged out.
When she woke up the next day she jumped out in a panic. She had totally missed work! Then she remembered her cell phone was in her purse which was at the bar. Shit! She also had a test in an hour which she didn’t prepare for. She cursed herself through the left as tried to remember what happened last night. She couldn’t stop thinking but she had to get to class.
Still hungover and fatigued, she went through her test like a zombie. Everybody gave her looks as if she was crazy, but she was too stressed to let it get to her. She noticed her friend Susan wasn’t there.
Angie didn’t care about anything in the world at the moment. She just wanted to go to sleep. It did take her about a day to recover. Then there was a knock on the door. She had been thinking about big black men and big black cocks all day. In fact, she had encountered more cock that night than her entire life. She jumped up to open the door. A big black man stood at the doorway. It was her landlord.
“You’re rent is due!”
“I’m so sorry, Mr. Shane. I’ll have it for you, I just need to go to my workplace and get my paycheck!”
She hadn’t realized this before but she encounters a lot of black men, even her landlord was.
Without saying another word the landlord gave her a lewd look and disappeared. All the stress and overwhelming anxiety came back to her. She shook it off and got dressed and went to her workplace.
She tried to be on her best behavior when she arrived as not to piss off her boss. It didn’t help.
“WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN?!” Shouted her boss.
“I’m sorry, I was a little too drunk last night.” Angie said primly.
“YOU’RE FIRED!”
“But! I just need my paycheck…”
Without saying another word her boss slams the door on her.
Angie started to cry.
She couldn’t believe this was happening to her. Her grades were deteriorating, she had just been cut from her job, her rent was due, and last night she had been harassed, abused, molested, and forced to suck on big black cock.
Diary p.1: “I don’t know what’s going on with my life. Everything seemed to go fine. I was working my way through school, everything was steady, but all of a sudden everything seemed to fall apart. Last night was something I will never forget. I don’t know how I got there or how it happened, but it was definitely the strangest experience in my life. I still don’t believe it happened, I mean… THAT BIG BLACK COCK WAS HUGE! I hate black men, and I never thought of dating one, ever. But there was something about that big black cock… I don’t know…”
Angie didn’t know what to do but she knew she needed a job, and fast. The first thing she needed to do was go home and look through the classifieds. As she opened the door to her apartment she was in for a shock. A group of black men were sitting around waiting for her. They were thug-like and she remembered them from the club. Angie counted five black men making themselves at home. She realized they had her purse. In her mind she knew this wasn’t going to go well. Images of thick black cock in her mouth flashed in her mind.
“Close the door, bitch.” Angie did as she was told. “Good, now we here to return your purse, and we expect some in return for our good efforts…”
Angie knew what he meant and where this was heading, but she tried to wiggle her way out of this anyway. “Uh, well, um…I’m a little strapped for cash right now…at the moment…uh, maybe later when I get some money?” She watched the burly black men approach her and unbuckling their belts. One of them pulled out a camcorder. It was hers. She backed into a corner, staring into five barrel chested black men. Frightened, she looked down trying to avoid eye contact. Instead she stared at huge thick shafts hanging between them. Angie’s jaw dropped at the sight of those big black cocks. The black men took it as a sign. They forced her down to her knees. She didn’t put up a fight.
“Please…” Angie pleaded.
The black man above her waved his big black cock under her nose, brushing her lip. She stared cross eyed at it, the thick cock head entering her mouth. Angie opened her mouth wide, her tongue licking the underside. She watched as he bucked his hips, thrusting his cock into her face. She looked up at him to see if he was enjoying it.
Naturally Angie grabbed a big black cock in each hand and stroked them. The other two black men groped and squeezed her tits and her ass, rubbing her shaven pussy and ass hole. Angie switched off sucking one black cock to another. “Too much black cock…” she thought to herself.
Angie was so mesmerized she didn’t realize one of them was recording with her camcorder.
They picked her up by her legs holding them apart and moving toward the couch. One of them sat down and they lowered her pussy on top of his cock. The large knob spread her wet cunt lips and her pussy swallowed him in. It was a tight fit. Her pussy stretched around the thick black cock.
The big black cock in her mouth made its way down her throat. Angie gagged as the big black cock stretched out her throat. That was when she felt another cock head pressing against her ass hole. Her eyes lit up and she tried to push off but the black man fucking her face held her head down. She tried to protest with muffled moans but that only excited him into hammering further down her throat. Angie then tried to blindly reach back and push the unknown assailant away but it was useless. Her butt hole opened up for the intruder, making a loud popping sound. Angie felt stuffed. She had never felt anything like this before. She was so sensitive she could feel both cocks inside her sliding in and out of her holes. The big black cock stuffing her ass made her pussy tighter which made the cock in her pussy feel even thicker. Angie was at the mercy of these black men as they gangfucked her nonstop for ever. They finally exploded inside her, shooting cum down her throat, into her womb and deep in her ass. Angie blacked out. She was so dazed and near unconsciousness that she barely realized the other two black guys taking their turns on her. She wasn’t sure but she swore they did her again round robin style fucking her ass because she felt a heavy weight on top and her butt hole was really sore. The last thing she heard before passing out was putting the footage on the internet.
When she awoke she was shocked and confused but dazed more than anything else. A crazy idea got in her head. She began looking in the classifieds for pornstars.

Lucy pulled me over and out the door on the concrete. She left me outside on the ground then drove her car over. She then with all her might picked me up, or pulled me around, and pushed me in the trunk.
“That’s a good boy.”
Then she closed the trunk and drove off. I could only wonder what my friends were thinking. The car did a few tight turns making me twist and rattle around in the trunk. After about the 7th tight turn the car stops. I hear music stop and a car door open and shut. Then footsteps were getting quieter and quieter. I knew tonight was gonna be long. I decided the best thing to do was to sleep. I tried to relax but I really couldn’t think about what just happened. Then I heard footsteps getting louder and keys rattling. A metal to metal sound then the trunk was open.
“Take these boy.”
She gave me 6 pills. She put the first one in my mouth and poured water in after. I did a quiet choke after each one. I could tell she thought it was cute. She leaned over and got some duct tape cleverly placed in the trunk and puts in on my mouth.
“Uh Bye.”
SLAM! She shut the door. It kind freaked me out a bit because it sort of came by surprise. Anyway I just decided to go to sleep and pass time as best as I could. Slowly I relaxed then sleep.
I had a dream. There was this hot and dead sexy girl in a miniskirt, no pantyhose. I couldn’t help my cock hard turning into a boner but she kept coming towards me looking at it. She wanted me. She kept coming towards me trying to get my cock in her mouth. She got me up against a wall then she crouched down and I saw her pussy as she pulled my cock into her mouth. Then I woke up and realized what I was doing. I can’t believe I just did that. I was having a wet dream. I never had one in my life. I stopped myself from cumming and just went back to sleep.
In case you haven’t read the first story, Monty, The main character is a highly religious Christian boy who vowed never to cum at age 14 and never has yet. It’s the most precious thing to him, and in the last story Lucy took that away by sucking his cock.

I saw light from the corner of my eye as I woke up. I thought she would be coming anytime soon, but she didn’t. Through the hole I saw the sun go bye, all the way until it was almost set. Then it happened, the garage door went down. FINALLY! I heard the keys rattle, believe it or not when she opened it I was happy to see her. Although I didn’t show it with my face.
“Hey boy have a good time?”
I couldn’t answer with my mouth sealed. She pulls me out and drags me into the center of the garage. She puts my cock into my tights and seals in with the tape. Then she said
“That’s a nice bulge for yeah,” With a smile while cupping my crotch.
She opens the door to her house in the garage. To my surprise no one was there.
“Okay, lets set some ground rules. “She said.
“You are not to say or do anything to draw attention to yourself. You do not leave anywhere I don’t tell you to leave. And no masturbating. Got that!”
I mumbled yes.
“Now I bet you’re hungry.”
I mumbled yes with anticipation. I didn’t realize how hungry I was until then; I hadn’t eaten in days it seemed like. She walks in and looks around. She was gone and I thought I heard someone outside, I tried to yell “help” through the tape. As soon as I did she quickly turned around and put her foot on my balls and said,
“Dot try that with me boy!” With her finger pointing at me.
That got my attention. She didn’t hurt me when she did that but still I knew she was serious. She slowly but surely pulled me in, then up the stairway and then to the hallway at the top. The floor was wooden so I slid along quickly once I got on it. Her room was carpet and took longer for me to get around. She got me in, shut the door and turned on the light.
“Guess what?”
I looked at her with and evil glare. She jumped on me and kneed me in the balls again without enough pressure to hurt me.
“I SAID GUESS WHAT!”
“What.”
I mumbled through the tape. She got up and said,
“You are gonna cum every day. Tomorrow 2 times the day after that 3 times then 4, then 5 every day one more cum until you like it boy.”
I was happy and pissed off. She went over and got 6 more pills. She forced them into my mouth and down my throat. I choked a little bit. She again thought it was cute.
“Awa, my poor baby boy.” Then grabs my crotch.
She left the room after changing the tape on my mouth. She came back with a bowl of ravioli. Chef Boyardee I think. Either way, it was really tasty, but then again I was really hungry. We had a conversation about many different things while she fed me, but the conversation kept coming back to sex and things.
“What turns you on about a girl?” She asks
“I like them in mini skirts and tight pants.”
“What about boobs?”
”I dot Really like them a whole lot. I dot know why but I dot like them.”
“Oho okay.”
“I like boys in really tight pants because of their bulge, and boy, you got a huge one.”
I looked at her with a mean glare because she knew I don’t want any of this sex stuff, I hate it.
“Well, with an attitude like that I think your full. Good Night.”
She turned off the lights, and then she dragged me into the closet and closed it. It was a walk in so it was fairly big. I could stretch out as much as the ropes would let me. I did so and she covered me up with a planet.
“Tomorrow I’m gonna change those ropes.”
I fell into sleep. I had another dream. That same girl kept coming toward me until I was back up again a wall. There was nothing I could do. She started sucking my cock as if her mouth was a pussy. The world began shaking and shaking. My cock loved it. I was nervous. Finally I woke up and there was a sweaty naked body on me breathing harder and harder, It was Lucy.
“Come on boy cum for me! I want to feel the cum surging into my pussy!”
I was in shock, but it felt so good. My cock couldn’t hold it forever. I tried not to cum for another 5 minutes. The cum in my cock was insane.
“Cum for me, Cum for me! YES, baby boy!”
Her hot sweaty body on me was so tight and smooth. But as soon as I started think about it, it was too late. My shaft exploded with cum into her pussy. I knew she felt it.
“Thetas a good boy! YES!”
“AHHHHHHH!”
I screamed through the tape and load after load pumped out of my cock into her oh so tight pussy. She was Cummins and refused to stop fucking until she got her thrill fully done. Her juices flowed out of her, she must have taken a pill to make it better that or I’m a natural. Her cum made my crotch drenched, but that only got her going more.
“YES, THANK YOU! GET WET BOY!”
I could tell my cum made a difference on her side. My cock was out of cum to shoot out and she stopped after finally giving up on getting me to cum more.
She pats me on the head.
“Good boy, Good boy.”
She laid on me rubbing my chest and funneling my cock and my bulge through the tights for hours. I slowly fell asleep but she woke me up and made me take 8 pills. I got used to it and didn’t choke this time but I could tell she tried to make me.
When I woke up she was gone and there was a TV in the closet with headphones. I watched TV. All day until she got back.
“Hey boy”
“Hey”
I dot know why I said hey because she is sending me to hell.
“Guess what?”
“Umm I dot have to cum again to day?”
“No you silly boy. There’s still a hole you haven’t fucked on me.”
I wasn’t happy about that.
“Did you think my pussy was tight?”
“Very.”
“Well umm this is tighter, and I love it more. I haven’t fucked a cock that big so I’m really looking forward to it. Take your pills.”
“What are they?”
“They increase sperm count and your overdosing so that tight bulge of yours is working hard for your pleasure. And penis enlargement pills.”
“Why”
“Why what?”
“Why are you doing this?”
“You’ll find out sooner or later.”
“What hole where you talking about?”
“May ass.”
I was never so offended in my life.
“What, your butt. Who in the hell thought of that? Is this something new?”
“Nope, its been done for years and for whoever created it, she was the greatest girl to walk the planet. I love giving anal.”
Oh my god, I thought to myself. That doesn’t make any sense, I mean how, it’s so small of a hole.
Time passed by after I took my pills she changed my ropes and let me stretch and left. When she came back she had the tightest pair of leather pants I’ve seen. I was offended but I couldn’t stop staring at her ass when she did her homework.
“I’m finished”
She said with a cute squeaky voice.
“Now look at the time.”
She drags me out of the closet and ties my ankles to the bed feet leaving my legs wide open. She ripped of the tape. I loathed this. She stood over me after taking out my cock.
“Wow much bigger, I haven’t ever seen a cock that huge. Not even black guys. My cock was 10 inches long and 3 inches in diameter when hard. She looked almost afraid of it.
“Well let’s get this bad boy hard.”
She put on some music and started dancing exotically. My cock grew harder. She took off her shirt and threw it on my chest and said,
“Clean it up boy!”
With a sexy dance, Her bra was seeing through. I was rocking hard when I saw those nipples.
“Well look who came up to say hi.”
She began crouching down as she took off her belt.
“Here’s your bulls eye, will you hit it.”
She carefully set her ass on the tip of my cock and slid her ass around making my leg twitch. She moved back until my cock was at her pussy then she sat down on my stomach looking at her crotch then said,
“So thetas how I would look if I was a boy.”
She stood up and stripped nude. She stood there facing me legs open.
“Lets get to bigness.” she said while putting her foot on the tip of my cock.
She stroked it until it was throbbing then stopped. She stood above my stomach and crouched down until her ass was almost on my cock. Then she got anal lube and spreader it in her ass fucking herself with her fingers.
“Ho, god” She moaned while looking up.
She walked over and put the lube on her hand.
“Are you ready boy?”
“Please dot.”
She stroked me hard and tight. She massaged it into the skin and stopped when ProComm came out. Then she got back over my stomach and crouched down.
“Any last words before you feel the best kind of fuck?”
“This is the best kind of sex,”
I thought last night was the best, then she said…
“HOLY SHIT!”

I held my cell in my hand just staring at the screen of my Mac. I had been searching for the past thirty minutes, reading the advertisements and trying to work up my nerve to call. Of course, I had been working on my nerve for the past month! I had decided she was the one I would call and now I only had to dial those 10 keys to speak to her.
I had been with the same girl for the past three years but things had been unraveling for about six months before we finally called it quits. It was a number of things that changed about both of us but it was also my increasing fascination with the beautiful transsexuals I had discovered in a hotel magazine rack. I saw an article about them in a Penthouse magazine and then I began to learn more on the internet. Soon I found myself renting a video while I was on a business trip. This led to buying magazines and videos, always featuring sexy transsexuals.
After a year of hiding the magazines and videos, I finally told my girlfriend about my fascination. At first she was understanding and even went so far as to use a strap-on with me a few times. But eventually she couldn’t understand my growing interest and felt she was competing with my fantasy world. And she was probably right that she couldn’t compete.
As I thought about it, the amazing part to me was that I have never even had a bi-experience or wanted one. I was never attracted so why could I not shake this unquenchable desire to be with a transsexual in a sexual way? I had been wrestling with this question for months and decided their was only one way for me to answer the question. I had to be with the object of my desire and find out if reality was as good as my fantasy.
I found a website that had local versions catering to escorts. The site was well-done and provided pictures that claimed to be authenticated. The girl I selected was “Cindy in San Diego”. The site displayed three very sexy pictures of her. She looked very cute with a great smile and a petite build. Her ad stated, “I’m 23 years old, 5′7″, 127 lbs., 34C-26-34, have long blond hair and brown eyes. I’m also 8″ cut and functional.”
Examining her pictures more closely, I noted her curly, shoulder-length blonde hair and a look that would immediately attract me to her if I saw her at the mall. My hands shook as I pressed the digits on the phone. On the third ring she answered in a soft, fun voice. Immediately her demeanor put me at ease and we chatted for a few minutes. We made an appointment for later that evening at her apartment.
I hung up the phone and felt a raging erection in my shorts. I have never been this turned on by merely speaking with someone in my life. I had three hours before I needed to leave to meet her. She lived about 45 minutes away from my place in Mission Valley. I grabbed a beer and walked out onto my patio, looking down on the pool below me. I could see a couple co-eds from SDSU sunning themselves in the warm spring afternoon. As I drank from my bottle, my left hand slid inside my shorts. I began to softly caress my erection, running my fingers up and down the tightly stretched skin. I could only imagine what I would be feeling later that evening. I teased myself through my beer but not to the breaking point. I wanted to be ready for Cindy when I met her.
Ninety minutes until meeting my fantasy, I began to get ready. I slipped out of my shorts in the bathroom as I turned on the hot water. I looked at my profile in the mirror wishing I hadn’t gained the ten pounds the last few months but nothing I could do about it now. I let the hot water wash over my body as I soaped myself in every nook and cranny of my body. Picking up the razor, I felt the hair in my pits and lightly ran the razor through them. Making a few passes for each underarm, I soon had my armpit hair shortly cropped. It looked like just a couple days worth of dark stubble.
I had never had much of a hairy chest, but since I began living alone I had been shaving my chest and stomach. I lathered my skin and ran the razor over the short, dark hairs leaving my skin very smooth and hairless. There have been times while watching videos that I would slip into a stuffed bra to emulate the girls on the screen. A hairy chest would never do!
Saving my pubes for last, they too were in need of a touch-up with the razor. I was once again hard from my thoughts making the skin so much easier to shave. Lathering my ass cheeks, balls and penis, I took the razor to my skin. I made sure to shave my crack and that sensitive area between anus and sac. When I was done, the only pubic hairs that remained were a small patch above my penis. These hairs I had not shaved in months. They covered an area about two inches by two and the hairs were easily four inches long when pulled taught. I had seen a similar look on a particularly sexy transsexual months ago and decided to copy her look. I loved looking at myself with these hairs fluffed up away from my skin.
After washing my hair, I stepped from the shower and dried. I shaved my face until my skin was nice and smooth. I looked at my nude body in the mirror and felt confident in my appearance. It wasn’t like it was a date, but I sure felt like I needed her approval. I opted for a bright orange thong under my Levi’s. I’m quite tan from the San Diego sunshine and the orange always heightens the appearance of my tan. I pulled on a light blue dress shirt and loafers. Checking my watch, it was time to leave.
#
I followed her directions and found a parking space in her complex. I checked my watch and walked to her door, knocking promptly at eight o’clock. As she opened the door to let me in, I’m sure my jaw dropped as Cindy was even more attractive than she appeared on the website. I stepped inside and she closed the door behind me. Having never been with an escort, I was nervous and excited and not really sure what to do or say. Cindy offered me something to drink and I told her I’d have whatever she was drinking. I took in the decorations of her place as she moved us to the kitchen.
She poured drinks into two glasses, “I’m having a martini. Would you like an olive?” I merely smiled and she took that as a yes. Cindy handed one to me and we clinked glasses, “to an entertaining evening”. “I’m going to get a little more comfortable. Let’s get that silly stuff out of the way and then I’ll help you relax.”
Cindy disappeared down the hall for a couple minutes and I fumbled with my wallet. I pulled out the $250 we had agreed upon over the phone and laid it on the table where she had left her martini glass. When Cindy returned, she was truly a vision for my eyes. She was now wearing a yellow lace corset that accentuated her 34C breasts, pushing them up and out by design and matching boy shorts. She wore four-inch yellow heels with sexy cuffed socks that highlighted her thin ankles and shapely calves. “Oh my … You are Beautiful!” I exclaimed.
Cindy walked up close to me and I could smell the lovely fragrance on her skin. The heels allowed us to look one another in the eyes. She slipped her hands around my waist and pressed her lips to mine. She parted her lips as my tongue slipped inside her warm mouth and our tongues rolled together as our bodies pressed tightly together. My fantasy was playing out as I stood here kissing the most sexy woman I had ever seen.
My hands wrapped around her waist but soon moved down to her ass cheeks. Slipping inside the boy shorts, my fingers moved over the thong she wore to caress her smooth skin. Cindy pressed her left thigh between mine, her pelvis rubbing against my erection through my Levi’s. My right hand moved up her back and unfastened the four snaps holding her corset in place. As the last snap popped, Cindy’s hand moved between our chests and held it in place against her breasts. She broke our kiss and moved back one step. With a smile, she let it fall to the floor between us. My eyes looked down to gaze at her beautifully tanned breasts.
I bent my neck and lowered my lips to her left nipple. Taking it in my mouth and rolling it with my tongue, Cindy pulled my head tightly against her. I moved to her right nipple, nibbling and suckling it. I was getting so worked up from her body and what I knew awaited. After a couple moments, Cindy pushed my head away from her breasts. She unbuttoned the top three buttons of my shirt and pulled it over my head. I could see her eyes open a bit wider when she noticed my sparse underarm hair and then she ran her fingers over my smooth chest. Smiling, “smooth skin … I bet you get naughty when you are home alone.” Her fingernails raked circles around my nipples causing goose bumps to rise on my flesh.
Cindy bent forward and I felt her moist tongue on my right nipple. Reaching down, she unbuttoned my 501’s and pushed them over my hips. “Ooh … very nice” she commented as she saw my bright orange thong and the incredible erection that it held. “You do get naughty at home … a girl can tell these things.” I could swear I saw the bulge in my thong jump when she said that.
Cindy turned away and pulled her boy shorts down slowly over her hips. Her incredibly shaped ass came fully into my view with only the thong slipping between her crack. Turning to face me now, I could see a hint of a bulge in her thong. She let me take in her body before saying, “Follow me sexy. I know what you want to see.”
I followed her down the short hallway, the heels she still wore causing her ass to sway sexily. Stopping just before her large bed, she turned around to face me. She slipped her fingers inside the waistband of the thong and pulled it away from her hips. Bending at the hips, and herself from my view, she slid the thong down her thighs to the floor. Standing up straight now, my eyes were fixed to her pelvis. Cindy was a vision of sexiness. I took her whole body in my gaze. Blonde hair and great smile … incredible breasts topped with pert nipples … and this beautiful cock hanging between her thighs. She displayed just a hint of blonde pubes. Cindy took my hand and brought it to her cock. Tentatively I took it in my hand and began to slide my fingers around it.
I felt it grow in my hand as I continued to slide my fingers up and down it’s length. Cindy leaned into me and we kissed once again. This time her tongue slipped past my lips as she pressed herself into me. I kissed her back but my mind was focused on the growing cock attached to this beautiful woman that I held in my hand. Without my realizing, she began to slide my thong over my erection exposing me to her touch. Her fingers began to work my length. Sliding up and down my smooth cock. Her other hand began to squeeze my smooth balls as she sat back on the edge of the bed.
“Interesting pubes … I don’t know if I’ve ever seen any this long.” I was at my full seven inches and straining for more. Cindy looked up at me then leaned forward and wrapped her lips around my crown. I could hear myself moan as her lips opened wider as she slid down my shaft. Her left hand squeezed my balls and her mouth covered the entire length of my cock. She began to slide up and down on my length, sucking on me as she did. When she would pull back, alternately I could feel her tongue trace circles around the crown or dive into my pee hole. Subconsciously my fingers were pinching my nipples as Cindy drove me crazy with her mouth.
After a couple minutes, I knew I could hold out no longer no matter how hard I tried. I could feel myself getting ready to blow and Cindy took my entire length into her mouth pressing her nose to my body. I groaned out loud as my cum exploded down her throat. She took my stream and sucked on my cock to pull another load from body. My breathing was audible to both of us as she pulled her lips from my still hard cock.
Cindy pushed herself onto the bed, propping her head on her left elbow. Her body stretched down the bed, her right leg bent in the air at the knee. I watched, seemingly in a daze, as her right hand tweaked her nipple before gliding down to her cock. She playfully stroked it before my eyes. It was at it’s full eight inches as she smiled at me. “The site says I’m fully functional. I think you need to see for yourself.” I hesitated, my feet seemingly glued to the floor. “You really haven’t been with a girl like me until you’ve been with a girl like me! I need you to take care of this ‘big’ problem you created!”
I took a step and then a second step and then I was on the bed. I crawled between her legs as she was now on her back, her head propped up by a couple fluffy pillows. Tentatively I lowered my lips to her cock. My tongue slipped past my lips and circled her crown. Cindy made soft sounds of encouragement as my hands rubbed her inner thighs. My lips opened wider and my mouth began to slide around her cock. I tried to remember everything that I’ve ever enjoyed from oral so I could do the same for Cindy. I quickly got into a rhythm, my mouth beginning to slide down and up the length of her hard cock.
The index finger of my left hand rubbed the skin between her cock and asshole. Feeling Cindy’s movements, I got braver and pressed the tip of my finger to her asshole. I could feel her grinding on my finger. My mouth was sucking on her cock as I took the top six inches. I tried to take all of her but my lack of experience left me short. My finger popped inside her asshole to the first knuckle. I tried moving it in and out of her asshole as it seemed to stimulate her. “That’s it … that’s it …”
“I’m gonna cum … I’m so close …” The moment of truth for me. Cindy had warned me of her pending orgasm and had to decide what to do next. The thought of pulling free quickly crossed my mind but instead I plunged my mouth down onto her cock, taking in as much of her as I could. I felt her cum splashing in my mouth and against my throat. I gagged slightly but kept her cock buried between my lips. She thrust of her hips upward again and I felt her blast against my throat again.
Before I knew what was next, Cindy pulled me up over her body. She pressed her lips to mine and I could feel her tongue pulling her just ejaculated cum from my mouth. We played with the texture of the warm liquid between our tongues. I couldn’t believe it, but this never before sensation caused my cock to shoot another load of cum. It smeared between our bodies as Cindy swallowed her own cum.
We lay there for a moment, both of us catching our breath. “I do hope I was everything you fantasized but our time is up, Sugar.” I rolled off of her and walked to the bathroom to clean myself up from my last ejaculation. I picked up my thong and slipped them over my hips. Bending down, I kissed her one last time.
“You were amazing. Thank you. I can let myself out.” I dressed myself as I walked to the door. Closing it behind me, I could already feel my cock growing hard as I reflected on the last sixty minutes. Videos are good, but nothing like the real thing …

I walked up the path to the front door of yet another rather dour 1930’s semi-detached house with an intense feeling of ‘why bother!’ By far the vast majority of these houses were occupied by the retired and the elderly, who were far too old for the insurance I was selling, and this one looked to be no exception! The windows looked drab and dismal, the lawn was patchy and moss infested, the shrubs were unkempt and over-grown, and the leggy rose bushes were obviously as prehistoric as I assumed the owner would be! So why did I put myself through it? Well just occasionally the door would open to reveal a young couple just starting out and, having recently bought the property, had not yet given it a bright modern face-lift! These were gems! Almost invariably they had yet to take out more than the minimal insurance required for their mortgage and they could be rich pickings indeed! So with this in mind I trudged up and down path after path, explaining my mission to suspicious, half-deaf old bats who were sure you were after either their antique furniture or their antique bodies! So you’ll understand that I couldn’t have looked the picture of enthusiasm as I stood and waited for the Westminster chimed door bell to be answered.
The door cracked open and out bounded the obligatory trio of white toy poodles who promptly circled my legs, yapping their war-cries like Indians around a wagon train! I had learned from painful experience not to take my eyes away from such warriors until their chief called them back to camp, so I stood motionless from the waist down, swivelling my top half in order to forestall any hit and run attacks on my ankles, and waited for an ancient voice to issue from the gloom and call the ‘darlings’ back to ‘mummy’!
“Kitchen!” The voice was female and firm, but sweet and easy on the ear and instantly obeyed by the three white bundles who bounded back up the steps still barking out dire warnings! My eyes pursued them as they disappeared into the house past a pair of denim clad legs as female and as firm as the voice. My eyes promptly forgot about the dogs and followed the legs northward past the jeans and crop top to a mane of golden brown hair. This woman was something! There are women who are beautiful, but in a china doll sense, lovely to look at but strictly ornamental! Then there are others whose beauty is a living thing. See a photo and see just pleasant features, but meet them in life and they ooze an animal magnetism that transcends all traditional concepts of beauty and stops a man in his tracks. This was such a woman. She was around 5′5″ tall and slim, not over endowed up front, but with a flat stomach, wide hips and blue eyes that saw into your soul! High cheek bones and a tomboyish smile on full lips completed a picture that had part of me suddenly standing a good ten inches closer to her than the rest! Oh, ok then, maybe seven inches at a push! But, God, she was sexy!
Eventually I managed to concentrate on why I was there I the first place and, somewhat hesitantly, make my sales pitch. To my surprise, ‘yes’ she said, they would be interested in more cover, especially sickness or accident cover, but ‘no’ she never did anything without her husband being present – so much for one idea I’d been toying with! Could I come back after eight one evening? You bet I could, how about tomorrow?
The next evening at almost exactly a minute after eight I was back knocking on the same door. This time it was answered by a tall, almost skinny man, with dark hair, a darkly tanned face and a hatchet nose. He somehow reminded me of an emaciated Red Indian, though maybe it was the poodles once more circling my legs that brought that thought to mind, but they were wagging their tails this time!
“Phil Bourne?” He asked, and when I nodded he broke into a grin and stuck out his hand! “Richard Farrell, come in won’t you, and ignore these creatures, they’re just introducing themselves!” He indicated the dogs, who followed us noisily into the hall before skittering off down the polished oak floor towards the kitchen while we humans executed a smart left wheel into the living room.
“You remember Liz from yesterday, don’t you?”
‘Do I ever’ I thought to myself, she looked even better in white slacks and a cheese cloth gypsy blouse! Cheese cloth for God’s sake! It was damn near transparent and her nipples were visible! “Yes, nice to see you again.” I said, and meant it!
I won’t bore you with the business details! Suffice it to say that it was conducted very amicably over a glass of Richard’s home made wine – very nice, but bloody strong!
There are a couple of things worth mentioning, apart from my difficulty in keeping my eyes from Liz’s breasts! For one thing, their ages. I’d got Richard to about thirty, and he came out at thirty-one, and Liz at about twenty-two or three, but she was actually twenty-nine! Wow!
The other thing happened as I was about to leave. Richard spotted me looking at a rack of unlabelled video tapes. Now, most people label their tapes, you know, ‘Holiday in Spain’ – ‘Auntie Jane’s Wedding’, and so on. The only ones that tend not to carry labels are those of, shall we say, an adult nature! But when he saw that I’d seen them, instead of steering me away, he asked if I’d like to take one with me, “Bring it back tomorrow evening when you bring the medical forms!” He said, pulling one out and handing it to me. “It’s quite a good one, you’ll enjoy it!”
He was right. It was good and I did enjoy it. Probably the fact that it was obviously an amateur tape of two people genuinely enjoying what they were doing (which was pretty much everything) helped! Especially as it was well lit, clear, and well edited! Shame that Liz wasn’t in it, but that was just too much to ask! Anyway, I watched it with a busy right hand, and had it with me to return when I went back the next night. Though I was still a little puzzled as to why he should lend it out so easily!
I was greeted at the door like a long lost cousin. Even the poodles did the hind leg walk and waved their front paws for attention and Richard pumped my hand so enthusiastically he almost pulled me into the lounge.
“Come in Phil, come in, and make yourself at home - wine?
“No, I’ll leave that to the dogs if you don’t mind”
I think that just for a moment he had a mental image of a poodle with a wine glass in its paws, ‘cos a very confused look flitted across his face before the penny dropped and he interpreted my feeble pun as a joke. At least he had the good grace to laugh a little as crossed to the cabinet to pour the wine!
“Sit yourself down.” He said and I plonked myself in one corner of their lovely leather sofa with a glass of pleasant but potent homemade wine.
“Liz will be down soon; she’s just finishing off upstairs. Can we do those forms while we wait? He sat at the other end of the sofa.
It struck me as a bit odd at the time, because ‘doing those forms’ was the reason for my visit anyway, so what was I to wait for? But the wine was good, the sofa was comfortable and the prospect of seeing Liz again was enticing, so I put my query to the back of my mind and fished out the medical paperwork.
Again I’ll leave out the business details, which didn’t take long anyway, and with them out of the way I accepted another glass of wine and relaxed for a little while. If I’m going to be honest it was the possibility of meeting Liz again that kept me there, normally it would be ’sign here, thanks, goodnight!’, but the chance to meet those boobs again – well, you know!
“What did you think of the video? Good, yes?” Asked Richard.
“Very” I answered not quite sure how to tackle this subject.
“Bet you got your rocks off to it, didn’t you? It’s a couple of Liz’s friends and they’re pretty good together in bed.” He paused, listening. “Aren’t they, darling?”
He had obviously heard Liz coming downstairs, for at that moment the door opened and in she came, asking. “Aren’t who what?”
“Chris and Pat, good in bed? I lent Phil their home video overnight and I was saying who the people in it are.”
“Oh, yes, pretty much up for anything, and certainly not shy!”
Now, I was immediately struck by two things. Firstly the incredibly matter of fact way Liz greeted the news that a very personal video starring her friends had been lent out to a stranger, and secondly her outfit for the evening. No, it wasn’t another semi transparent blouse, but a front buttoning lightweight blue dress with the buttons undone from the hem just above the knee almost to her crotch, and from the neck far enough down to show she was not wearing a bra again! There was a comedian once whose catch phrase was ‘my ghast was flabbered’. Well, I know just what he meant, and I’ve got metaphorical bruises under my jaw to prove it! But even so, she looked stunning, an instant turn on!
Richard and I were still sitting in opposing corners of the sofa and, even though there were other chairs available, Liz came and sat between us, her dress falling open a little to reveal two beautiful thighs and a small vee of lilac panties. Liz seemed not to have noticed and I naturally pretended not to! That, her proximity, her feminine scent - her own, I mean, not her perfume – and that homemade wine, were conspiring to cause my trousers to bulge. I just hoped that Liz would be as diplomatic as I was!
“Let me top you up.” Richard was already refilling my glass when he spoke.
“Thanks, but not too much, hey? I’ve gotta drive home yet!”
Too late, the glass was full and Richard was away pulling another unlabelled video from his collection. I wondered if he was thinking of lending it to me, and if he realised I had no reason to call back until the policies were issued, but no – he was inserting it into his own player! Was it another one featuring his friends? Were we to all watch it together? What about Liz, would she mind?
Actually the answers were two yeses and one no, the ‘no’ being that Liz apparently didn’t mind! By now my head was spinning, and not from the wine. I had never come across a situation, or a couple, like this and I couldn’t figure out where things were heading. Richard turned the main room light off, leaving just the soft light of two table lamps and sat back down, and there we were, for all the world like a normal household settling down to watch the Simpsons instead of an insurance salesman and two clients sitting back to see a blue movie!
This video was also obviously home made and featured two new couples. Well, perhaps it would be better to say four people, two men and two women, because it soon became very difficult to figure out just who belonged with who! As the video opened the two men were lying naked side by side on a bed with the two women, also naked, kneeling over them and impaled on their cocks. Both women were sliding up and down with an abandon that had the bed rocking and their boobs (very large boobs in one case) dancing. That obviously couldn’t last long and very soon the man on the right went red faced, grunted loudly and tried to push himself still deeper into his partner’s cunt. She, for her part, bounced even harder on his cock, making slurping noises and leaking cum from the edges of her pussy.
Then, no sooner had he flopped back onto the his pillows than she climbed off of his rapidly dwindling tool and went to join her friend at the other penis, where she massaged the man’s balls and whatever cock was left sticking out of the other woman’s cunt. Now, watching this was fine by me, I’ll watch and enjoy porn all day, libido allowing, but I was a little concerned for the company I was keeping. So I risked a quick and surreptitious glance sideways at Liz. To all intends and purposes she could have been watching Cinderella, sitting demurely with her legs crossed – God, those thighs! – and very little expression on her face. At least, that’s what I thought at first glance, but on sneaking a second look I realised that her left hand was stretched out and was stroking her husband’s cock through his trousers! Bloody hell, which should I watch? There are times when a desire to become a chameleon with independently swivelling eyes is almost overwhelming!
In the end tact overcame curiosity and I returned my attention to the screen, just in time to see the first women reach her own left hand out to caress her friends butt, reaching right into her crack to play around the entrance to her arsehole! Ye Gods, were left hands conniving to burst my zip?
Pretty soon she was ignoring the man’s balls and was concentrating on dribbling lube down between the same friend’s buttocks. She then spread the lube around the arse entrance before pushing a shiny forefinger deep into the hole and massaging the cock in her pussy through the dividing membrane.
That was when two things happened pretty much simultaneously. Firstly, on screen the second man burst his banks and flooded the pussy fixed over his cock! Secondly, to my left I heard the quiet sound of a zipper slowly descending! Well, I had to investigate that, didn’t I? Looking left I saw Liz with her hand buried inside her husband’s fly, clearly trying to pull out his cock. She had uncrossed her legs and they had parted slightly as she fished around looking for Dick’s dick. The sight of a beautiful lilac covered crotch, clearly revealing the shape of her pussy through the material was nearly enough for my little fella to jump out of my trousers of his own accord! I couldn’t help but stare, my eyes flicking from her crotch to her hand, which had now succeeded in finding its prey and hauled it out into the daylight. I’m glad to be able to report that Richard’s cock was much like its owner. Long, but rather thin! At that point Liz looked around at me and, seeing me watching, gave me a tiny, almost shy, smile, as she began slowly wanking Richards cock.
That was a little bit too much for me and my eyes shot round to the screen in front of me and an embarrassed flush spread across my cheeks! The trouble with embarrassed flushes is that they simply serve to add to your embarrassment, and I felt very hot under the collar at that moment, and determined to keep my eyes firmly to the front. After all, I wasn’t used to this sort of thing! Salesmen have a much less exciting time than most people think!
Anyway, for the next few minutes I’m busy trying to concentrate on the two girls in the video, one of whom was now pushing a vibrator in and out of her friends anus – and not a small one either. At the same time I’m also busy trying to ignore the soft sounds of a cock being gently wanked and its owner’s increasingly heavy breathing. I might have succeeded if it hadn’t have been for the female hand that landed on my knee, stroked its way up my thigh and began playing with my old man through my trousers! As you can imagine, my eyes shot to my left to see if Richard had noticed what Liz was up to. He had, but instead of objecting he winked at me and nodded, giving me permission to be felt up by his wife, I suppose. As for Liz, she gave me another shy smile and began tugging at my zipper. I didn’t object either! I lost track of the video about then too!
Liz’s hand on my cock was cool, soft and gentle, and she stroked my shaft like she’d been familiar with it for years and knew just how I liked it done. It wasn’t long before my breathing got nearly as heavy as Richard’s.
Suddenly, without any warning, Liz stood, unbuttoned the front of her dress and dropped it to the floor. She then hooked her fingers into the waist band of those delightful lilac panties and slid them down her legs to join her dress. God, she looked beautiful. Liz is the most gorgeous woman I have ever met. Her body is toned without being muscular, her firm breasts the perfect handful capped by lovely deep pink nipples, and her skin has that aura of perfect health, slightly tanned and absolutely smooth. On a more intimate note, her pussy was shaved silky clean and looked so good it should almost have carried a little sign saying ‘Eat Me’.
She did a little pirouette to prove that the back was as nice as the front – my God, what a fantastic arse – and then beckoned Richard and I on to our feet, saying as she did so, “Your turn!”
Richard stood and began to undress, so I did the same. Liz, meanwhile sat back down and was watching us disrobe, which was just a little disconcerting. Looking back, I’m pretty sure that if it hadn’t have been for Richard’s wine, I would have bottled out at that point, no pun intended. Having undressed, we both took our seats again on either side of Liz and, in my case at least, waited to see what would happen next.
Once again Liz’s hands came out sideways and resumed playing with our respective weapons, and once more our breathing began to deepen. It was Richard who got to the end first. His breathing became more and more ragged until he groaned, called out that he was cumming, and shot great gouts of jizz over his own belly. For a skinny man he sure can shoot, it seemed that he was never going to stop, fountains of cream spurting from him and landing all over his front right up to his chin. But eventually his flow subsided and he slumped back in his seat, and I looked forward to my own orgasm.
Up till then I’d been thinking it was just my lucky day! But then Richard reached behind the sofa for a towel that must have been put there ready, and I began to come to the conclusion that this evening at least had been carefully choreographed. ‘Ok’ I thought. ‘If he wants me to have a threesome with his missus and him, I’m game, and at least now I know he’s cool with it’. But then I had no idea why it had all been arranged.
Having wiped the worst of the cum from his belly Richard rose and made for the door. “I shan’t be long, just gonna clean up”
Right up to then Liz had been playing with both me and Richard in an almost absent manner, just reaching out sideways, still watching the video and taking no real notice of either of us. But as soon as Richard had left the room she turned her full attention to me and leaned down to take the end of my cock just between her lips. I was just a little alarmed by this sudden escalation in Richard’s absence, but then she began licking it with the tip of her tongue, almost as if she was French kissing my penis, and I put all doubts out of my mind. In any case, this was probably part of the arrangement, I told myself.
Liz carried on licking the very tip for a several minutes before she fully enveloped my head in her mouth and began sucking and tonguing it in the more normal manner, and I enjoyed every tormenting second of it. When she did take the head right into her mouth it was like heaven, her tongue swirled and circled the end, licked my glans and even ventured a little way down the shaft, almost meeting her hand that was still gently milking me. Never in my wildest dreams had I foreseen Liz going down on me, I thought all my birthdays had come at once!
My cock was so hard and I was so turned on that I had problems stopping myself from pushing it right down the back of her throat, but I sensed that she wanted to take her time and so I let her. Anything, as long as she didn’t stop! The problem there was that I didn’t know how much longer it would be before my spunk was shooting right down the back of her throat, I was getting quite a head of steam up. But then, just as I was thinking I wasn’t going to be able to hold back much longer, she took my cock from her mouth and sat up. I could have killed from frustration, was Richard coming back? But then…
“Will you do it to me?” She asked.
Will I? Almost before the words were out of her mouth I was off the seat and kneeling in front of her, prising her legs apart with my bare hands. Seeing that I was only too willing to do as she asked, she let out a kind of sigh, as if of contentment - which I thought a bit odd at the time - and shuffled her bottom closer to edge of the seat.

David had been his best friend since they were kids. They did everything together: growing up, hanging out, going to games, sharing and enjoying cars, beer, and girls. They even went to the same college and stayed roommates. Now David had moved to the coast and seemed to be settling down; he had found a house and moved in with a girl. The fact that they got engaged made it likely the change would be permanent.
Jonathan had to accept the pair were finally growing apart, yet the bond was still close and he was determined to make the most of this visit and their time together. That his best friend’s fiance was the hottest girl Jonathan had ever seen made it difficult, because despite himself, from the first time they met he was totally falling for her.
Samantha seemed so natural and relaxed. She was completely unaware of her own beauty, or if she was she didn’t show it. She was quite short but in great shape, with wavy brown hair that she kept tied in a ponytail. Jonathan had a weakness for the curls at the back of the neck, and the wisps that escaped over her ears. She had dark brown eyes that seemed somehow larger than they really were; he was certain that she wore contacts, and this small insecurity made her simply adorable. She laughed and smiled easily, and was clearly devoted to David.
He would never do anything to intentionally hurt his friend, so there was no question of trying to break them up or making any kind of move on Samantha. He was pleased that David had found such a fantastic girl, but there could be no denying the jealousy he felt. This girl was perfect. She dressed well, and loved to wear skimpy tops that accentuated the curve of her modest breasts, and skirts that showed off her long legs. Her pert backside quivered when she walked on heels that she wore every day when she went out to work. She had a cute button nose, and dimples, and her mouth seemed always ready to pout, such that he longed to lean forward and kiss her whenever they spoke.
Samantha was quite a package, with a personality to match, all in all everything he could ever hope to find in a woman, but he would never get to know her intimately, he had to accept that. Yet here right now he had the next best thing. He stood in their bedroom, stark naked. Open in front of him was Samantha’s underwear drawer.
Jonathan looked at himself in the full-length mirror. He felt guilty but excited. He knew the pleasure a fresh underwear drawer could bring to a dedicated panty fetishist like himself, and he ran his eye eagerly across the top drawer of the tall dresser he stood beside.
Everything was neatly laid out, and as he sifted the contents he was careful not to disturb anything too much. He felt as if he wanted to dive in and swim among the delicate luxurious garments. He had never seen such a collection of fine lingerie; almost everything was silky smooth nylon, satin, or actual silk, in black, white, cream, blue, and every pastel color, nothing cheap or garish. Samantha had impeccable taste in beautiful underwear, and David was a lucky, lucky man.
Jonathan picked out a black lace-trimmed bra and eagerly put it on, slipping his arms through the straps and expertly fastening the clasp behind his back. It was far from the first time he had worn one. He turned to the mirror to admire the effect. The bra was padded and underwired, giving the impression of gently swelling breasts, and he cupped his hands under, imagining Samantha’s breasts pressed tightly there. He adjusted the straps a little due to his much bigger frame, noting the crease where he could readjust it later so that she would not suspect it had been tampered with. He turned and looked over his shoulder, checking the bra was straight across his back. Perfect.
Turning back to the drawer, he noticed immediately the range of garter belts that meant some of the balled hose at one side would surely be stockings. In fact it seemed she liked showing her fabulous legs, as there were two-dozen pairs in various shades, all pleasingly sheer. He pulled out several belts, from slender black lace to full body-hugging basques, thrilling at the sound of the garter hooks as they clicked together. He selected a wide satin belt with two garters on each side. The metal hooks rattled deliciously as he drew it round his waist and began to attach the hooks to the row of eyes behind. It was a little more difficult than the bra, and he breathed in to locate the tightest row. The belt held him firmly around his middle, and he felt the familiar knot of excitement in the pit of his stomach as he thrilled to the sensation. His hard-on stuck straight out like a pole.
He turned for some panties to restrain his rampant member. His eyes lit on a folded pair of black panties, shiny and soft. He pulled them from the drawer, hardly daring to breathe as they fell open in his hands. They were beautiful: smooth thick silk, trimmed lightly in lace with a full back and rouched edging, a pretty bow in front. Samantha must love wearing these. He brought them to his face and inhaled her heady perfume, and imagined what they might look like on her body. He stepped in, the weight of his erection slapping on his thigh, pulled them up tight between his legs and snapped the waistband over his now throbbing penis. He held it tight in one hand and ran the other over his ass, and fantasized it was Samantha’s he was fondling through the silk of her panties.
He checked over the balled-up hose, finding pair after pair of uninspiring pantyhose, until he unrolled a pair of black stockings, wonderfully sheer. He cupped one over his hands, then put a foot up on a stool by her dressing table to slip his foot inside the toe. He slid the fabric over his foot, lining the seam up at the heel, then feeding it out slowly as he drew it up his leg. Samantha had very small feet, and though his were not big for a man, he knew he would stretch them out if he were not careful. He smoothed the stocking up to his thigh and attached the front garter. He leaned his leg over to fix the one at the side, catching sight of himself in the mirror, then turned to the other stocking. His fingers trembled when he felt the cool air on nylon as he smoothed the second one up to the top and fastened it. He looked at himself in the mirror again as he turned to the last garter at the back. He had to admit he had very good legs.
Lastly, he fingered lightly through a collection of nylon slips and half-slips. He found one in a lovely pale pink with thin straps, lacy cups, and a richly-trimmed slash to the thigh. He stepped in and glided it up over the stockings, the cool fabric rustling delightfully as he slid the thin straps up to his shoulders, and smoothed the slip over his body. It was tight on him and his cock was a rigid bulge pressing at the front.
He looked in the mirror and nearly fainted at the wonderful sight of his smooth, tanned chest peeking above the lacy slip, the black underwear showing through: the shaped padded bra, the shiny satin of the garter belt drawn tight around his waist, the fastenings running to the wide dark edging on the charcoal stockings, their seams running down his long shapely legs, and his cock straining against the panties.
He ran a hand over it, feeling the heat as he thumbed the head, pushing up to the side of its silky prison. He lifted the hem of the slip to rub his balls from beneath with the other hand, fingers sliding across the panties at the very place where Samantha’s pussy would surely meet. He closed his eyes, lost in the fabulous indulgence.
Suddenly he heard the front door. They had returned early!
“Jonathan? You in?” called David.
There was no time to put everything back, he slid shut the drawer and scooted out of their bedroom, pulling off the slip straps and clawing the bra hooks behind his back. He called down the stairs as calmly as he could, “I’m up here, just getting a shower.”
“Okay, you had lunch?”
“I’m fine,” he replied, slipping into his own room, still wearing Samantha’s underwear. “I’ll be down in a minute.”
His heart was pounding. He saw himself in his own mirror, and realized how ridiculous he looked. His hard-on had faded completely as he stepped out of the slip and snatched off the bra, and unclipped the garter belt, rolling off the stockings without bothering with the clasps. He peeled off the panties and tossed everything in the hamper in the corner of the room. He heard footsteps up the stairs, and grabbed a towel off the bed to wrap himself quickly.
Samantha was headed for her bedroom. He felt a flush - had he left anything out? What if she looked in her drawer and saw everything had been rearranged? Would she notice the missing underwear? He had been a fool, a stupid fool. Why did he do such a thing to risk the friendship he had with these decent people? What would his friend think of the betrayal of their trust? He could never face either of them. He made a promise with himself never to do this again if only they didn’t notice this time. But it was so hard to resist.
“Jonathan, you there?”
Samantha was coming to his room. She must have seen her drawer and found out! His heart was in his mouth as she stuck her head round the door. She had changed into shorts and a loose top, and didn’t seem perturbed by his near nakedness. He drew the towel round, a little self-consciously. What would she say?
“Sure you don’t want lunch?”
He looked at her with guilt rising in him. She was so beautiful and innocent, how could he think of what he had done? What would she think if she knew?
“Thanks, maybe I will after all.”
David appeared behind her. “Our lunch date cancelled so we thought we’d come back. I see you settled in, you find everything okay?”
Jonathan stammered, “Yes.” If only David knew.
“I’m doing a wash,” said Samantha. She held a basket of clothes. “You got anything in here?”
She moved towards the hamper.
“No!” be blurted, stumbling to his feet. “I mean, I have a few things but I’ll sort them out later. Thanks.”
“Okay,” she smiled. “Come down when you’re dressed.”
She went downstairs. Jonathan’s heart pounded.
“I’m going to get cleaned up,” David said. “I’m sorry but we have to leave you alone again, I asked Sam to run me to the garage and pick up my car, right after lunch.”
“That’s fine,” said Jonathan. “I’ll find something to do.”
So he had got away with it, this time. As soon as they were gone he would put the underwear back in their drawer, just as he found it, and never, ever, do that again.
He avoided meeting Samantha’s eyes at the lunch table. He couldn’t look at her and think of what he had done, wearing her private personal things, standing in her bedroom strapped into her bra, constricted by that satin garter belt, running his hands up his legs in her stockings, his cock confined in her panties. Her things. Her wonderful, wonderful things.
“Honey, could you take a look at the washer?” Samantha’s voice snapped him back to the moment. “The switch has gone again.”
“I’ll get to it later.”
“Is there something I could do?” suggested Jonathan, glad for the diversion.
“It’s nothing, just the ’stat. I should change it but I never seem to get any free time around here.”
“You’re always busy doing something,” grinned Samantha. Jonathan caught the look between them and felt the jealousy again.
“If you’ve got some tools,” he offered, “I’ve got the rest of the day to myself, right?”
In the downstairs utility room, Samantha had sorted a heap of clothes into piles by the washer. Bed sheets and towels, David’s work shirts, skirts, dresses, and blouses, coloreds and cottons. There didn’t seem to be many of David’s things, now he looked. Jonathan went straight to a basket that pretty obviously contained ‘delicates’.
Bingo.
It was filled with Samantha’s underthings. The washing machine had evidently been out for a while; inside were slips, nightdresses, bras, pantyhose, and lots and lots of panties. This was better, she would never notice the clothes in the basket had been rearranged. Heck, if he could fix the washer he could get them cleaned and folded. But first things first.
His hands trembled as he ran through the basket, luxuriating in the silky feel of the fabrics in there. He picked out a pair of pantyhose and ran them across his cheek. He didn’t find wearing them too exciting, they seemed utilitarian, and of course left his cock out of easy reach, but he loved to see them on a woman’s smooth contours over her panties, and he did like the touch. He inhaled Samantha’s fragrance and sighed with pleasure and longing. He turned to the basket again.
A pair of white nylon panties sat crumpled on top. The gusset was exposed and showed a faint yellowish stain. This was almost imperceptible, Samantha kept herself clean and hygienic it was plain to see, yet his practiced eye knew the promise those panties could contain. He picked them up and stretched them over his fingers. Oh, yes, here was the spot her delicate pussy rubbed the panties, and he brought the crotch to his nose.
His head reeled, flooded with the faint but unmistakable odor of a woman’s personal scent. A sweet, wonderful woman. He inhaled again and again, drawing from the fabric the last traces of her womanly smell. His cock had become rigid, as nature intended it should.
Jonathan stripped off his clothes and stood over the basket. David and Samantha would be gone for the rest of the day, he had time enough.
Firstly he slipped on the white nylon panties. They felt cool on his skin. He squeezed his cock from inside and touched a finger between his legs under his balls, pressed right to the spot where the pussy mark was. He felt wicked. He picked out a small nylon bra to go with the panties, and deftly adjusted it to fit. He loved the constriction around his chest, where he felt his heart beating. He saw himself in a small mirror over the sink and turned about, admiring his own body in Samantha’s trim panties and bra.
As there were no stockings or a garter belt in evidence he decided to ring the changes, and pulled out the pantyhose he had fondled. He found oddly thrilling the impression of Samantha’s tiny feet stretched at the end. He rubbed the toes between his fingers, as if he was giving her a sensual massage. He didn’t need to worry about misshaping them, and rolled them up to place one foot in, then ran the leg up to his knee and started the other side. He rolled the pantyhose up his legs, feeding them past his thighs and tight to the crotch, smoothing each side up as much as he could, then huffling the top over his hips and high around his waist. He smoothed the nylon over his panties where his cock strained for attention. He would wait this time, and simply savor the sensation of wearing Samantha’s dirty pretty things. He pulled out a long nightdress of dark blue satin, which he slid over his head and smoothed down. He now felt properly dressed for action.
He first had a job to do, and checked over the washer. The utility room tiles were cold under his nyloned feet, and he caught glimpses of himself in the mirror over the sink as he worked, his finely-muscled arms and broad chest straining from the silky nightdress. He knew David was not much of a practical guy, and had often teased him about it when they were growing up, but Jonathan had a natural way with machines and mechanics. This didn’t seem such a big deal, in half an hour he had the problem fixed. As he worked, he thrilled to the touch of satin, rustling over his pantyhosed legs, cool in the light breeze of every movement, his breathing slightly constricted by the tight bra. His penis scarcely reduced throughout, though he tried to give it no thought. At last he was done, and put the first load in to wash. Now he had time to himself.
He rinsed his hands in the utility room sink and looked at his reflection in the mirror. He was a bad, bad boy. And a bit of a slut. He needed satisfaction.
Jonathan rooted through the laundry basket. He knew what he wanted, and Samantha had quite a range of panties, mostly workaday cotton, which seemed hardly to have been worn. He hadn’t noticed anything like that in her dresser. Like most young women these days she had a liking for thongs, but he never found them attractive. So uncomfortable, though he loved to run a finger over his college girlfriend’s nylon triangle at the back when she gave him head, tracing it down between her cheeks and pressing lightly to her pink hole there, just as he was ready to come. He loved to hold the thin strip tight over her pussy when he licked her clit as well, but definitely not to wear. He liked a full cut, that he could feel on his skin, that would hold everything in place. Like the black panties he found in Samantha’s bedroom drawer.
His fingers touched dampness at the bottom of the basket. Excitedly he drew out a pair of white nylon panties, almost literally soaking wet. Had Samantha been caught short and pissed herself wearing them? He held them to his nose and felt a dizzying rush. Wet through as they were, this was 100% pussy juice. He held the panties over his nose and inhaled deeply. Samantha’s odor stunned him with its sweet pungent scent. His head reeled, heart pounding. The smell was just fantastic. What had David done to make her so wet? His body coursed with uncontrollable lust. He slipped the panties over his face, pulling them tight at the back of his head, stretching the smooth damp fabric over his face and across the throat, his nose pressed to the moist cotton gusset. His open mouth sucked the front panel, lapping the juices from her adorable panties. His hand scrabbled under the nightdress he was wearing, stretching the pantyhose down to his thighs before diving in to his panties to grasp his stiff cock. He pumped feverishly, rocking back and forth, eyes closed.
“Oh, Jesus, Samantha, oh yes!” He opened his mouth wide and sucked at the wet panties, rubbing them over his face and his nose until he was completely intoxicated.
He felt as if Samantha herself was sitting over his face, smothering him with the sweet musky fragrance of her adorable pussy, her pussy that only David would see, that David fucked every night, that Jonathan wanted to fuck, that he felt he was fucking now as he smelt her juices and flashed his hand back and forth on his cock, faster and faster, panting and sucking the wet fabric over his face until with a groan his knees buckled and he ejaculated, firing hot jets of cum up over the edge of the sink, splashing the tiles and the faucet. He trembled in ecstasy for what seemed an age, his head swimming, his body jerking in shudders, his gasping breath sucking the panties in and out over his mouth.
Utterly spent, he caught sight of himself in the mirror, one eye peeping out through the leg of Samantha’s panties, and felt once again sudden guilt at his despicable actions.
He snatched the panties off his face and hung his head, still trembling with the force of that incredible orgasm. He couldn’t look at himself as he tossed the panties into the basket, wearily drawing the nightdress over his head and unclasping the bra. He peeled off the panties and hose, feeling deeply ashamed, then ran the faucet to clean up the sink. What was wrong with him, he gave in to this weakness every time.
He passed the afternoon watching TV, and though the temptation soon came back, he firmly resolved not to go into the master bedroom, or root through his host’s laundry again. He did a second wash but left