Subway Encounter

The clouds are dark and it was starting to rain, big drops. No taxi cabs, or busses in sight, dang. So I decided to take the subway, yeah, actually I had no other choice. It wasn’t like I was going to walk from Penn Station to 56th and Sixth without an umbrella. I put my hands into my black trench coat, fumbled for the Twenty spot that I kept there for emergencies such as this. I quickly sprinted for the token booth, as the rain picked up its pace. Several disgusting minutes later I was packed like a sardine heading uptown. Just my luck today, the train would have to be crowded. At each stop more people got on. Now we were pressed against each other, into the walls and doors, like a bunch of sardines. And I found myself standing eye to eye with a very handsome Asian man. He smiled. There was no place for me to look so I smiled back sheepishly. The train jolted to a stop at the next platform and he pressed himself firmly against me. I could feel his heart beat against my skin, or was it my heartbeat?

Naturally I tried to move back, but with each inch of territory I was able to cover he followed me. After several attempts at evasion I finally found myself trapped against the rear wall. His smile widened. It was a contagious smile, now feeling like an idiot I found myself smiling back. The trained jolted forward again forcing him even harder against me. I had looked him over closely; he wasn’t bad looking at all, hmmm about my age, certainly my height, someone I could look right into his eyes.

By the cut of his clothes I would say he was a businessman, wearing his power suit today. His feet were between mine now pushing them apart as his hands lightly caressed my thighs. As I came out of my daze, I felt my skirt inching upwards. And I wondered just how far he would go, and just how far I would let him take this.

I turned my head noticing other faces in the crowd, imagine that they all are oblivious to what was happening to me. I turned back to the man and looked deep into his brown eyes determined to stare him down. I like what I saw in those eyes, and I knew I was soaked with my juices. “If you don’t stop me, I’m going to make love to you.” He said in a husky voice. I… I… don’t think I want you to stop I thought to myself.

I liked what was going on, though I was a bit nervous. I moved my hands from my sides, and placed them into the straps overhead. Bad choice on my part, my legs were getting weak, I needed the support, or I would fall to the floor. Without hesitation he slid the silken fabric of my skirt up over my nylons. His eyes glistened as he touched the bare skin of my inner thigh.
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Girlfriend and the Co Workers

Summer and I, at this point, were going together now, for over three years. I practically lived at her place. The sex was still great, even though she had cheated on me that one time, right in front of me no less. She blamed it on the wine, but deep down inside, I enjoyed it, but felt like I shouldn’t. She was fairly open in bed, but still didn’t swallow, even though she gulped down my co-worker.

Summer worked in high finance and was pretty successful as her work. She was conservative there, but decided to have the boss and a manager over for dinner. She prepared and wanted everything just right. After showering, we got dressed. I always loved watching her dress. She was in a bit of a hurry – she grabbed a tan bra and panties from her drawer, along with a pair of nude thigh high hold-up stockings. She put on her panties and then bra that covered her 36 D breasts. She was lovely, with blonde hair and flawless legs. Guys were always staring at her. She quickly rolled each stocking up her legs and let the elastic top of the nylon “snap” when she reached her upper thigh. I was getting aroused watching her, but she said she had no time for those things, as she was delayed already. She slipped on a blue dress just at knee length and some heels and she was ready. I told her to take it easy on the red wine and she agreed.

Her boss and co-worker arrived. John, her boss, was about my size, with brown hair and a little older than Summer. Evan, a manager, who was under Summer was only in his mid 20s, but was, unfortunately just Summer’s type. Big, dark hair, glasses – with a kind of swagger. She liked that and I began to worry a bit.

We sat down and ate. They mostly talked business and I was sort of feeling left out. Summer of course, was starting to drink a bit too much and I was trying to curtail the flow of wine. I got up to get some water instead and noticed that Summer had her legs crossed with the top of her right stocking exposed for the guys to see. And they did. It was obvious they were staring at her legs and breasts all night. Summer was giggling with Evan and a little with John all night. She kept touching Evan’s hand and my jealousy grew along with my hard on, but I didn’t think it would be a repeat of the past.

Summer got up and announced she was going to the kitchen to get more wine. Evan decided he would help. They both left as John and I made small-talk. We didn’t know what was taking so long. After about what seemed like an eternity, I got up and went to the kitchen. I stopped at the windows on the door and veered in. I saw Summer sitting on the counter with her stockinged legs crossed and exposed feeding wine and cheese to Evan and both were giggling. I was mad and hard.
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Dirty Girl

“Do you have a club card?”

Suddenly I was snapped out of my trance.

“Huh? Oh, umm yeah.”

I fumbled around in my wallet trying to find the card as she smiled at me. I could tell she was amused. I, on the other hand, was embarrassed beyond belief. How long had I been staring at her?

“Here you go,” I said passing the card to her.

She smiled as she took it from my hand. I started to wonder how old she was. I guessed about eighteen. She had that youthful appearance, but was still well developed. Her skin was flawless, with not a blemish in site. She was wearing makeup, but not enough to seem trashy. Her hair was a light blonde, which is what probably attracted me to her in the first place. That, and her mouth. Guys usually don’t pay much attention to a girl’s mouth, but I think that it can be far more sexy that a pair of tits or a nice ass.

And this girl’s mouth was to die for.

Her perfect pouty little lips made me hard just looking at them. I also noticed that she had braces, giving her that innocent school girl look. Her breasts were maybe less than average, but that didn’t bother me. Her body looked firm and she had an ass that was outlined perfectly by her tight black pants. How could a girl in a grocery store uniform look this good?!

I was reading her name tag when she looked back at me. “Bria,” it read.

“Anything else?”

Just then I noticed that it must have looked like I was staring at her chest and I quickly looked up.

“Nice name.”

“Thanks,” she said with a grin. “Can I get you anything else?”

“How about your phone number?”

I couldn’t believe what I had just said. I braced myself for the shutdown.

“How about I just come over after work.”

I was shocked.

“Uh, okay. Great,” I stammered.

I then scribbled my name and address down on a piece of paper and handed it to her.

“Damon,” she read. “Nice name.”

“Thanks,” I said taking my groceries and heading out to my car.

A million thoughts went through my head on the way home. Did she want to fuck or did she just just want to hang out. Either way was okay with me, although the thought of those lips wrapped around my dick sent shivers up my spine. As soon as I got home I jumped in the shower. It didn’t take long for me to begin stroking myself and soon I was spraying the shower walls with more that just water. I then got out, cleaned up the place a little and waited patiently.

I was starting to think that she wasn’t going to show up, when I heard a knock at the door at around 11:00 pm. I opened it to find my dream girl standing there.

“Hi,” she said, walking inside. “Do you mind if I have a quick shower?”

“Sure,” I replied, staring at her ass as she walked by.

When she came out of the bathroom she had changed from her uniform into a short black skirt and a little white top. A pair of knee high white sox adorned her feet.
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Fitting Room

At lunch time I nipped into Contessa on the High Street. The low cut black dress I was to wear to that evening’s party tucked in my hand bag. The dress was a lovely fit, but all my bras peaked out the top of it, so it called for something new.

In Contessa I grabbed a couple of likely looking bras and headed into the fitting room. Anticipating the fun to be had later, I absently ran my finger tips over my breasts as I unbuttoned my tight white shirt – shrugging it off and dropping it on the chair provided. Reaching round I unhooked the white sheer chiffon bra I was wearing and dropped it on top of my shirt. I pushed my short skirt over my hips and kicked it away. The air on my skin felt soothing. In a playful mood I pinched my nipples till they hardened.

Turning, I checked myself in the full-length mirror. I like the look of stockings and suspenders. I adjusted my thong on my hips, then reached for the first bra. When I slid the dress on, it showed. So did the next one. The last of my selection did not show, but pinched a bit at my back.

Sighing, I pulled the store’s blue silky robe on and stuck my head out of the curtain. There did not seem to be anyone around, except a guy in a suit by the counter.

”Excuse me, are you staff? I need some help in here,” I said. Trying to keep the robe closed with one hand and the curtain tight to me with the other, I missed the slow smile that spread over his face, as he said, ”Yes. Yes, I’m staff. My name’s Kie, how may I help you?”

As he walked over to the curtain, I whispered, ”Well, Kie, I need some help – is there a female assistant available?”

Kie laughed, and said, ”These days, Madam, guys are allowed equal opportunities.”

”Oh,…ok.” I pulled the curtain aside to let him into the fitting room, and totally missed the assistant, as she walked back into the shop from the stock room. Quite a bit taller than me, Kie smiled down, ”How may I help?”

”Um, the bra I’m trying pinches and I need you to, er, I need the straps adjusting,” I stammered, blushing.

”Ok. Just slip the robe off, turn around, and I’ll see what I can do.”

I turned to face the mirror, let the robe fall and closed my eyes. My blush spread over my chest. The bra was a quarter cup in black satin. The cups hugged the sides and bottom of my breasts, acting as a platform. It left the rest of the breast naked, including my still hard nipples.
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Strip Club Slut

Chas had been going on at me for quite a while now about taking me to one of the sleazy amateur strip clubs that he had told me about since talking to some of the guys at the motorcycle club. You see I was a bit of a slut, well alot of a slut, and was really keen to strip in front of a load of horny guys, especially as he had said they were allowed to touch the strippers as well. Finally I had given in and he said he would have another word with the guys to see which was the best strip joint to go to.

That Wednesday at the club after speaking to them he had been told of a couple and one which they had advised him to give a miss as it was really a dump and the clients that went there were usually real rough types and there was always trouble there. I thought if he took me to that one perhaps he would be satisfied.

We went a couple of days later. I had been even more highly sexed since Chas had told me and I had worn him out, wanting to be fucked all the time. Not that he was complaining as I was an reasonably attractive sexy women, and one hell of a fuck. As Chas waited for me in the hall to come down from getting ready I was thinking of what may happen that night, how far I would want to go. My musing was cut short when I appeared at the top of the stairs.

Hell, Chas said. You look stunning.

I was dressed in a very short tight skirt which just about covered my ass and was split to the waist on one side. When I bent over you could see my tiny red thong panties I was wearing. I had a tight crop top on which my nipples stuck out through as I wasn’t wearing a bra and showed all my bare stomach, and black high heel shoes, my long tanned legs naked, just my toes and finger nails painted blood red. All this was finished off with dark eye makeup and ruby red lips. With what I was wearing it was just as well it was a warm evening as we were going on Chas,s motorbike.

“God, you look stunning, you sure you want to go out,” he said as he had an instant erection on seeing me. I pouted and laughed,

“Yes I do,” I replied.

“You better get you jacket and helmet on then and let’s be off before I change my mind,” Chas replied.

I slipped the leather motor cycle jacket on and the helmet and we got on the bike. Christ I must of looked like one of them gang sluts you see in hells angle films, as all my legs were visible as I hung on to Chas tight as we sped off.
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My Affair

My name is Heather, I’m 30 years old and I have a secret. I’ve recently had an affair. Well to be honest, it was more of a fling than an affair, but it still involved cheating on my husband. I’ve never cheated on him before and now that I’ve sampled what another man can give me, I can safely say I’m not likely to do so again. I don’t regret what I’ve done at all, I just need to tell someone what I’ve done, get it off my chest so to speak. Let me explain.

I met my husband, David, when I was 19. David is a couple of months older than me. We got married when we were both 23. We’ve been together for 11 years and married, happily, for 7.

I had a number of boyfriends before David but he was the first that I ever slept with. This isn’t to say that I never gave any of my previous boyfriends any action, not at all!

I’d been going out with boys since I was 13, although in those days it was nothing more than kissing and the odd fumble with all our clothes on. When I was 15 I met Steve. He was 17 and was the first “man” to see me naked. He taught me the joys of erotic massage and oral sex, both giving and receiving. In the year we spent together I learned and perfected all the skills that my subsequent boyfriends, David included, have enjoyed. I experienced the full range of sexual activities, learning to take delight in the differences of style and technique. The only thing I never did was fuck any of them.

Why? I don’t know. Some romantic notion of saving myself for Mr. Right? Seems unlikely since I was happy to do everything else. Anyway, if that was the case, then David was certainly Mr. Right!

We’d been together about 6 months when I surrendered my somewhat dubious virginity to him. We were at his flat and had spent hours pleasuring each other with our hands, lips and tongues. Kissing and caressing, licking and sucking. David has always loved my skill when it comes to giving fantastic blow-jobs. He claims that I give the best he’s ever had and often teases me about my “training.” From the start we’ve always been completely honest about our sexual experiences.
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The Reverse Massage

Tonya had finally arrived in the yet another town, transferred from her last position at the lawyer office that she once occupied in New York. She was sent here to fill the temporary position vacated when the new office president decided to slash most of the old employees. She reported to the office, only to find it closed for the day

“What a good day I’m having” she muttered.

Arriving at the airport, she had lost her luggage, missed the shuttle to the office, and got stuck paying $45.oo on a cab, all to find it closed.

She kicked the ground in front of her and looked through the glass doors. No one was around, not even the usual security guard. The office building appeared completely deserted, and that’s when she noticed the sign on the side door. It was a small note, barely noticeable from the street. It stated that the office was now closed and relocated down the street, three blocks down to be exact.

She picked up her briefcase, shrugged off the anger, and started the walk toward the new office, muttering unladylike words as she went. She passed a convenience store, a dry-cleaners, massage parlor and various other little boutiques along the way. She took mental notes of the stores she wished to visit before going back to New York.

She arrived at the new office about twenty minutes later, her feet tired and her hair frizzled due to the light breeze that blew down the narrow street. She pushed open the door and felt the cool air inside the tiny office.

“Hello, may I help you?” a soft voice echoed in her ears.
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Too Much

I just could not take all of him.

I had just moved to a one-horse town in central Pennsylvania. I was most displeased with my circumstances, not mind you with the promotion or the huge raise in pay, but with the idea of having to spend the next three years in this dismal place.

My best childhood friend, Kathleen had done her time in the armpit of the world and now it was my turn. The job was challenging but the community was. So far form my Manhattan home I was sure I would be miserable.

Upon arrival I called Kathleen and asked her just how she survived this place. Her reply to me was. Call Shan and tell him you are a friend of mine. He is filthy rich and showed me the best time a girl can expect in that dump of a town. I told Kathleen that there was no way I could be so forward as to call someone I did not know and ask to see him. She assured me that Shan would be most pleased with my looks and would show me a great time. She also warned me that even if I was six feet tall and of gorgeous proportions she doubted that I could handle the man she was referring to. She farther told me to use her name and just give the man a call. I ended the conversation with a definite maybe.

The following days were filled with unpacking and more work than I could stand, but after several weeks I found my footing and started to pull my life together. As I had more spare time on my hands I started to think about my situation more and more. Here I was twenty eight years old living my dream of making six figures a year and alone as anyone can get. My boredom started to wear on me, the phone call to Kathleen, was boring a hole in my brain. After almost a year in this place I knew I just had to have a man or I would go out of my mind.

I made the plunge I rummaged and found the number Kathleen had give me with trembling hands I called the number. A very masculine voice answered the phone. I blurted out that I was a friend of Kathleen and that I was calling on him by way of Kathleen’s advice. He immediately asked me were we could meet and how was Kathleen. As he spoke he made me feel so comfortable, my fears just vanished. I could not wait to meet this man, this voice that had made my feminine parts water with just the sound of his voice. The date was set we would meet at Harleys bar and Grill Saturday night at 7:00. The days just dragged my mind ran away with me. I was finally going to get to speak with a man, the man with that voice. Not some man I had to deal with daily at work but a real man who knew nothing about me, or I him, the thought was thrilling.

On Saturday morning I drove the 50 plus miles to Harrisburg and purchased some naughty clothing. Not something sluttish mind you, just a little naughty. A rather low cut sweater to show off my large and I like to think perfectly shaped breasts. I also bought a wool Kilt that was just a touch on the short side. This coupled with the just right high heals completed the outfit.
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My Clit Piercing

I started calling tattoo and piercing parlors after we hung up the phone this morning, and I found one in Orlando who sounded promising. It was Dungeon’s Tattoos, owned by Master Michael. I had to ask carefully about what I wanted to know because all the kids were around me, but we managed to communicate well enough for me to find out it would be $35 for the piercing. He said under no circumstances could I be drunk during the piercing, so I got directions and called Cindy at work. She said she’d baby-sit the kids and keep them overnight for me. Michael had asked me to come around 845pm because he closed at 9pm and he knew I would take a while since I was so nervous.

At 7pm, I jumped in the shower and shaved my pussy completely, and of course, I couldn’t resist the temptation to play with myself one last time before my pretty little jewel would have its own jewelry through it. The shaving cream provided the perfect lubrication for me to massage my clit while I thought of you fucking another woman. I ran through the entire scenario you told me in my head and came explosively when you began fucking her in the ass. I finished up my primping by making sure my legs and underarms were shaved free of hair, and stepped out of the tub. I brushed my hair until it was tangle-free then blew it dry so that it curled up. I sprayed myself lightly with perfume and then got dressed in my short black skirt, no panties or bra, and my Pooh chambray shirt you got me for Christmas in California.

I left for Orlando at 815, with Cindy rolling her eyes that I would actually go this far in search of the perfect orgasm. Just think, while I’m fucking you, I could just reach down and tug on the jewelry and cum as many times as I wanted!
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Poker Night Slut

It was my night to host our monthly poker game. I decided to make it a special night for my submissive wife. She dearly loves to show her sexy body and to have more than one cock fuck her.

First, a little bit about my wife and I. Her name is Helen and she is 28 years old. Her long blond hair falls to the middle of her back and frames a very pretty, innocent looking face. She has blue eyes that smolder with lust when she is flashing her body or worshiping a penis. Long thick pink nipples centered in large aureoles that are a lighter pink color top her large 38D breasts. An intense workout schedule keeps her waist slim and tight. A firm round ass and flaring hips flow gracefully into sleek shapely legs. I am Tom and am 31. I work out regularly and am in decent shape.

Helen is submissive and I am her Master. Her body is mine to enjoy. I love to show her off any way I can. The card game provided a wonderful opportunity to let us both have some fun. I was sure she would enjoy serving as “Hostess Slut” for the card game.

As directed, she wearing a tight white tank top over a tiny red half-bra, her erect nipples were pressed into her top, a very short skirt that came to just below her pussy, a tiny see-though red thong that barely covered her clean shaven pussy. A pair of 5″ platform heels completed her come fuck me outfit.
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