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Spanked at Work

Six girls aged over eighteen who all received spanking, slipperings and occasional canings at their own bequest

Wife Lessons

I watched as my wife struggled against the tight ropes that bound her thick legs and ankles covered in black knee high stockings to the hotel chair. With her wrists tightly bound behind her, she struggled to free herself. Chris slipped each bra strap down past her shoulders from behind and pullied Heather’s bra down under her breasts exposing them. He was pleased at the sight of my wife and grinned over at me as he felt her breasts. Heather tried to move away squeemishly as Chris man handled her smallish sagging breasts but it was of no use. I wanted to free her badly but Chris won his bet and I had no choice but to allow him to have his way with her. He paused for a moment and stood in front of my bound wife to admire his handy work, checked the bonds once more and moved behind the chair tilting her back. Chris motioned me to kneel in front of my wife to watch as he did her from behind the chair. Chris slowly ran his knife over my wife’s breasts down her thin waist towards her throbbing pussy and put his thumb in her mouth to muffle her moans. Drool ran down Heather’s chin onto her chest as the cold knife caressed the soft pale skin near her crotch. Chris slipped the blade under her panties slitting the crotch exposing her hairy wet pussy. He commented on how he loved the fine dark hair and heavy scent of her and ordered me to get on my knees and lick her sweaty nylon covered feet. As I licked, he carressed her inner thighs and pinched her swollen nipples with his free hand working her as she writhed against the tight bonds in front of me. Heather gazed down at her swollen breasts as Chris handled them and starred into my eyes as every inch of her womanhood was violated. Chris probed deeper with his finger past her engorged pussy lips and commented on how tight her opening was. My wife bit down hard as Chris pressed into her and felt her inside. She let out a muffled moan as his finger slid in and out between her red pussylips. Chris began to finger her faster then hooked her deep inside pressing hard on her G spot. Heather moaned and quivered as she neared orgasm but he would not let her come. Not yet. He had other plans for her and pulled his finger from her throbbing void, smelled it and made me lick it clean in frot of her. He lowered the chair back down and motioned me to help him untie her.
Chris and I spent minutes untying the complicated knots that bound my helpless wife to the chair for what seemed like hours. With the last knot undone, Chris stood my wife up and showed me the rope marks embedded in her soft pale skin. Chris carresed Heather’s violin shaped hips, kissed her neck and tore off what was left of her panties. He then unbound her wrists and removed her bra. My wife knelt down in front if him knowing what would be next and pulled her hair back away from her face and mouth. Heather undid Chris’s belt and slid his pants down with his boxers exposing his hung cock in front of her. She looked up at him, parted her lips slightly and took him into her accepting mouth and worked him slowly. As I watched my wife mouth him, I thought of how Heather would do me occasionally but never let me have my way with her. I would watch by her side in bed as she used the eroscilator on her pussy with her legs clenched tightly together pleasing herself moaning out load teasing me until my cock dripped. She was always in control in the bedroom and I was never to touch her without permission and most of the time the answer was NO. Instead, she would let me “do her butt” by allowing me to rub my cock between her butt cheeks while she read a book or she would sixty nine me with her ass in my face just far enough away so I couldn’t lick her and finishing me off quickly with her mouth. I would be teased terribly as her asshole would open wide in front of me. In fact, her butthole seemed much, much looser than her pussy. I once tried to finger her asshole but as I pressed into her she abrupty turned and said “NO!” and quickly finished me off with her hand sqiurting me into my navel for revenge.
With his cock hardend by my wife’s mouth music, he stopped her, lifted her by the arm and positioned her on the corner of the bed. With her legs straddled over the matress corner, Chris laid her back with her toes barely touching the floor on either side. Chris wasted no time and thumbed her reddend pussylips while he licked her inner thighs. He gently slipped his tongue between her moistend lips and slowly worked her up and downwith his tongue and inserted a finger. My wife moaned and begged for more looking over at me. She arched as his tongue flicked the hood of her clit and bucked against his finger in her pussy. Chris did this for a while. After Heather stopped shaking he stopped and grabbed my wife’s legs under her knees and motioned me over to the bed. He made me kneel over her to hold her legs back by her ankles so he could get a better angle on her. As I held her sweaty ankles over my shoulders, Chris ran his tongue over my wife and slightly past her lips getting a good taste. Soon, excitement got the best of her and her asshole opened wide before him. Chris looked amazed and commented on how wide it looked compared to her very tight pussy. He asked in a stern tone of voice, ” Who’s been doing you in there?” ” No one?” replied my wife softly as she looked up at me innocently. “I know it’s not hubby?” he said as he fingered her harder. “No, please don’t make me tell in front of my husband.” “Please sir.” She cried. He stopped and told her he would not let her come unless she answered him. As I held my wife’s ankles she looked up past me and shamefully said in a soft tone gazing up at the ceiling, “Well, a couple of co-workers do me in the dirty once in a while.” “Please don’t make me give names sir. Please not in front of my husband.” “She begged. And with that , Chris spared her annonomyty. My wife looked up at me and said, “I’m sorry honey.” ” I do love you you know.” Feeling upset I put her legs down and sat in one of the chairs.
With hs finger still in her, Chris looked over at me and said “Poor sport.” Chris posistioned her legs over the edge of the bed as before with her toes barely touching the floor and said, “Now it’s time to forget about him and release your tensions.” He looked over at me and said, “Maybe you outta’ start taking notes over there, huh?” I wasn’t allowed to leave the room yet so I was forced to watch him please her. Heather was soon distracted from me as Chris worked his tongue between her pussy lips. Chris kept licking near her clit and fingered her G spot until she peaked to the point of orgasm and begged Chris to fuck her. “Please sir do me.” ” Do me haaaarrrd!” she begged. “Ahhhh, ohhhhhh!” “I’m comming! “Oh my god!” “That’s it darling, release your tensions and let it come.” Chris said as he worked her faster. “Ahhhhhooohhhh!” “Here it comes!” “AHHHHHHH!!!!” “OHHHHHHH!!!” Heather sat up supporting herself on her elbows watching her pussy ooze past Chris’s finger onto the corner of the bed. Chris removed his finger quickly and veered back as her stream gushed towards him. I never made Heather orgasm in the ten years I’ve been with her I thought shamefully and didn’t posess the skills to make her come. After my wife’s gushing orgasm, Heather turned over and lay down on the bed with her arms at her sides. Chris liked this view. He put his arms on either side of her for support as Heather guided him in. Chris slid his hard slender cock into her pussy and did her good. She peaked twice in this posistion while he was in her and Chris finally pulled out to rest for a minute sweating. “You want it in the dirty bad, don’t you?” Chris said softly as he stroked her thigh. “Please, yes.” “I want it my dirty bad.” “Please do me in there Chris.” she replied knowing what he meant. “Show me how you like it honey.” said Chris. ” Heather got off the bed and knelt in the chair with her legs together pushing her hiney out at him. Chris straddled my wife’s nice round hiney starring at the opened target in front of him. He began slowly pressing his cock into her hairy asshole. Heather moaned loader. “Ohhhhh, Chris!” Work my dirty good.” “Ahhhh, do me faster! “OOOOhhhh!” Heather opened wide as he worked her in and out with a steady rythme smiling over at me as she moaned louder. “Do you like that?’ Chris said to her in a soft tone. “Ohhh, Chris Yes.” “Ahhhh, Chris, you feel so good in there.” ” OOOOHHH!” “More.” “Faster please.” “Oh, ohhhhh, You’re going to make me come again.” “Ohhhhh! “Ohhhh!” And he did. “Ohhh Chris!” ” AHHHHH!” “I’m comming!” I watched as Chris smacked her ass roughly leaving his hand prints on her. Heather streamed down her legs as Chris did her faster. She moaned loadly for a long time. As Heather reached her sixth orgasm she begged Chris to please stop as she could not take anymore. “Ahhhhh!’ ” No more, please.” ” Ohhh.” ‘Please stop.” My wife said panting heavily trying to catch her breath. Chris pulled out and with a few swift strokes came hard across her backside dripping some onto her stockings.
I looked over at Heather still kneeling in the chair in a total bliss about to fall asleep when Chris grabbed me roughly by the arm and dragged me over to her. He knelt me down by her side and told me to beg my wife for her forgiveness or he would take his belt to my ass. “Please don’t hurt him Chris.” My wife said in a soft breath. He told me to apologize to her for being a sissy and never being able to satisfy her. Then Chris made me kiss her feet and ass as he stood behind me with his belt in hand. As I kissed her she smiled then got up and said, “I forgive you honey.” “I love you.” Chris let me kiss her then handed me a towel and told me to clean her up. After I finished wiping down Heather’s backside Chris allowed me to jerk off in the corner of the room while they both snuggled and watched TV in bed together. I finished quickly, cleaned up my mess and pulled my pants up and left the hotel room as Chris ordered. As I walked towards the room door to leave, I heard my wife tell Chris, “I’m sure glad you won that bet.” As the room door behind me I could hear my wife softly laugh. As I began my long walk of shame down the hotel corridor, a tall guy in his twenties carrying a large suitecase smiled as he passed me in the hall and stopped at Chris’s room door. A co-worker? I thought. He knocked twice and quietly entered the room. I could only wonder what was in store for my wife that night as I drove home. The next morning Heather had not returned and I received a call from Chris teling me he and his friend were going to take Heather on a trip and not to expect her home anytime soon. I asked if I could talk to her but Chris said, “She’s taking a bath at the moment.” “Goodbye.” I could only wonder in agony what Chris and his friend were going to do to Heather on their trip. I found out what the three of them did but you will have to wait unti part two.

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Halcyon Girl

Halcyon Girl
The blood is pounding in my ears so loudly that I can barely hear what she is saying to me. I look up from the ground and I stare into her eyes. Those eyes. They’re boring into me like a pair of blue blow-torch flames, burning straight through me and out the other side, any steely countenance I put up melting under that beautiful, endless stare. Those eyes. She could melt the stars with those eyes, if she wanted, the black lashes fluttering gracefully, fanning the heat of her stare. The face that these seductive sapphires stare from is soft and round, and has not inherited any of the sternness of her mother’s, nor had she inherited her mother’s fervent unmerited snobbishness. My own guileless mud-brown eyes drift across her, seeing, observing, and approving of every nuance. Raven-dark hair cascades down around that perfect face in a waterfall of shimmering midnight, darker than the sky behind us. It collects at her neck, like sultry silk, riveting blackness that accentuates the wholesome perfection that is my halcyon girl. Her nose is petite, and pointed, slightly turned up, with tiny nostrils that flare like a bull’s when she is being stubborn. Her lips are full, and red, with the color and the texture of the petals on a long stem-rose. High cheeks, red from embarrassment, turn her face from a solemn frown into an enchanting, mesmerizing smile. Her smile is perfect, a timid thing that captures me in its simplicity. Her skin is pale like white light, which seems to glow softly against the pitch blackness of the moonless sky. As she turns her head away, the radiant sight of her face is obscured by her raven-dark hair. Her short, slender frame shivers in a sudden breeze that drifts across the summer night, and she pulls herself close to me in an embrace, holding me tightly. She is clothed in a long, red shirt that clings tightly to her body, and the fabric is a soft, soft material. Soft, yes, but not as soft as the feeling of her small, fragile hands on mine. She is so close to me, closer than I can stand after all the years I’ve spent pulling away from her. I can smell the perfume in her hair, a faint but unmistakable scent of pale roses shriveling in a chilled summer’s night. She’s staring up at me again, and my heart judders in my chest like a run-down car on an old dirt road when I force myself to meet her gaze. She looks at me, the stare of some beautiful, exotic predator. Her eyes, holding me in place, paralyze me with their hypnotic charm. She pushes herself up onto the tips of her toes, the old floor-boards of the porch creaking and the cold of the wind chilling my ears. Her kiss is silent, a swift interminable moment, embedding its brief life into the bedrock of my memories. Her lips are soft bliss on mine, and the brush of her raven-dark hair against my neck is exaltation made manifest.
I kiss back, my clumsy arms wrapping themselves around her lithe, agile body, holding her close to me. Her heartbeat against mine is the only sound in the night, and the heat from her body the only warmth in that breeze. The moon causes her skin to glow a strong, pale color, and the dead tree in her front lawn gives no shelter. The crickets chirping in the background give no relief from the torment of her heartbeats. Only, there is shadow under the red roof of her house. She tugs on the lapel of my white-shirt, leading me through the front door into her house. We come in under the shadow of her red roof.
Her hands are a soothing balm on the dry stubble of my cheeks, and I am only dimly, dimly aware of my own hands roaming her body. They explore and grab and squeeze her tender areas. My inelegant fingers caress the gentle swell of her perfectly proportioned breasts, and an instant later they dig their nails into the meaty, rounded expanse of her ass. I see nothing through my closed eyelids, and navigate by the sense of touch alone. Her hands are an invisible blur on my body, unbuttoning the fastness of my shirt in smooth, excited motions. I feel her tongue gently slip into my mouth, and I reciprocate her action. Our taste buds meet and greet, twirling and spinning around each other like fire-dancers, performing a intricate ballet in the confines of our mouths. My left hand moves and grabs her breast, the still developing mammary firm and supple beneath my yearning grasp. She moans into my mouth in what I take to be pleasure. She has just unbuttoned the last button of my shirt, and our lips part for the first time since they locked so that she can remove my shirt. I open my eyes. She is staring up at me. Her blue eyes are liquid, blue, fiery. There is a perfect moment where I understand that this is what she wants. That this isn’t just animalistic lust (but, oh, I do see the lust there, as surely as I can see my shadow in the morning striding behind me, or my shadow in the evening rising to meet me), but true, true passion. Maybe the one, last, true thing in the whole world. My undershirt, also white, covers the heaving muscles of my chest. She grabs a handful of the white cloth in each hand and, pressing her eyes shut and her lips to mine once more, tears the shirt in twain, leaving two twisted ruins of fabric hanging from my torso like a vest. I take a brief look around, and realize we’ve stumbled into her living room. The stairs behind her lead to her room. I grab the bottom hem of her red shirt, and begin to tug and pull on it, lifting it up over her head. We briefly part lips again so that she can slip her arms out. Then we are back into it. Beneath the red shirt she is wearing a pale blue chemise and a white bra. Her heaving breasts call out to the basest instinct of my soul, calling me to love, to breed, to desire. I grab her short frame and hoist her up into my arms. We are still kissing, and she wraps her blue-jeaned legs around me as I carry her upstairs. Somewhere, in the back of my mind where I’ve shoved the entirety of my higher-reasoning, I dimly recall fantasies of carrying her up the stairs just like this. Only, in my fantasies, she would be wearing a white dress, and as it dawns on me that that fantasy will never come to pass in its fullness, I am faintly saddened. We cross the threshold into her room, and I lower her, gently, oh so gently, onto the soft springs of her bed, which is the only furniture left in her room. She stares up at me, hungrily, and she is more primal than ever as we lock eyes. From her seat on the bed, her pale hands eagerly begin tearing at the belt around my waist, hunting for the prize beneath. I whisper sweet nothings in her ear, telling her how beautiful she is, how I’ll always love her. She smiles as the syllables pour from my mouth. Every word is horribly, sadly true. I stroke her black hair softly as she pulls my jeans down around my knees.
From the slit in my boxers, the significant bulge of my member springs outwards, like a pulsing, purple-headed tower. She rips my boxers down around my knees in a swift motion, my staff bobbing in the fierce motion. Her eyes are predatory as they look at it, and she wraps her hands around it and begins to pump in slow, methodic motions. I know she is a virgin. But she’s thought this through. She knows what she is doing. Her hands move in such a way as to elicit the most pleasure with the littlest of effort. One hand still stroking me, the other swings up, caressing the muscles of my chest, working its way down, until it is cupping the swollen, sweating sack between my legs. Oh, dear lord. My heart is hammering so loudly I think it might break out of my chest. I can barely keep my eyes open to focus on this ravenous, perfect, teenaged vixen. And then there is an explosion of pleasure. She’s taken me into her mouth. She sucks and works her hands and wraps her tongue in ways that men only dream of. It is euphoric. Her tongue is a whirling dervish and a sensual symphony of pleasure, working the knob of my shaft. I close my eyes, throw my head back, and moan. It is a primitive sound, more likely to be heard from a jungle ape than a human being. I know she’s still looking up at me.
As much as it pained me to do, I removed myself from her lovely mouth. She’s too much woman for me. But, after what she had just given me, I was duty bound to try and please her. Her clothes are gone in a flash, and she is left standing before me, free and nude. Her skin is even paler than I had imagined, and her mound is hairless. Her breasts are perfect B-cup handfuls that fit into my mouth perfectly as we fall into bed together. My hands move up and down her body, first cupping her ass cheeks and then grabbing her breasts. Finally, my fingers tease their way into the hot, dripping wet confines of her love-hole, and the moans I elicit from her when I enter would be enough to send me over the edge with even the slightest further stimulation of my erection. We roll around in the bed, playing with each other in a twisted game of cat-and-mouse where we switch positions every second. She bites down on my shoulder, and there is a slight welling of blood. The pain only stimulates me further. It is the greatest, most pure pain I’ve ever felt.
It is at that second that I grab her, pulling her close to me, and spin her around so that she is positioned directly over me. The bare, dripping mound of her pussy is hovering directly over my quivering staff. She looks down at me from above. The fingers of our held hands intertwine. Her blue eyes are enormous sapphires. I do not know what I look like from her position. She nods at me. I whisper her name.
She impales herself onto my hard-on in a single, swift motion, burying my member into her pulsating hole, all the way to the hilt. She howls in pain and pleasure, throwing her head back like some feral beast, her black hair flashing around her head like a black corona, or a lion’s mane. Her breathing quickens even more, to the point where her heaving inhalations and exasperated exhalations are almost simultaneous, her breasts heaving up and downward rhythmically, hypnotically. When she looks back at me, there are tears in her eyes, both of joy and of pain. She whispers her love to me. I want to cry. The warmth of her hole around my shaft is impossible to bear. She is so tight, too tight. The muscles of her glorious pussy pulse and squeeze my over-stimulated phallus. She grinds downwards on me once, and I can feel my head hit the back of her cervix. She winces again in pain. I stroke her hair. Somewhere in my head I can feel the irresponsibility of this action. We, two teenagers, having our first sexual encounter, completely unprotected. It’s horrible. It’s dangerous. It’s beautiful and perfect. Her body is so honed and perfect, with goddess-like curves in all the right places. She is so perfect in this moment as to make Aphrodite herself weep. She has a body like a battle-axe. The insanity of the situation sets into me, and it’s like I’m making love to a Viking woman as the ship burns around us. The stupidity of the action makes it all the more erotic for me.
She rocks her hips back and forth against my member, and soon I begin to pick up the beat as well, so that we are both engaging in the most powerful, mind-shattering loving either of us would ever experience again. Her left hands pulls away from my fingers, and she runs it through her hair. She is my primal goddess, my halcyon girl, my animal princess. She drags her fingernails across my chest, leaving bloody, parallel grooves across the right pectoral, all the way down to my abs. We rock in concert for what felt like an eternity, our movements in time so perfectly that we make love with Swiss watch efficiency, even the smallest shiver eliciting untold satisfaction from the other.
After twenty minutes, which was an all-too-quick eternity, I feel the churning of my balls as they prepare to spew forth my seed. I resist. I close my eyes and back down on my tongue and resist resist resist the feeling welling up in my loins. I open my eyes, and her hands are grabbing my shoulders. With animal strength, she grabs me and rolls me so that I am on top of her looking down. I continue to pound into her, the new position giving me the leverage to strike home every single thrust with the strength and passion of a wild mustang. She digs her claws into my back, and the pleasure-pain is indescribable. Suddenly, she screams, loud, long, and what starts out as my name degenerates into a wordless, toneless howl. Her legs clamp around my back, and she pulls herself into me as hard as she possibly can as her vaginal muscles contract and pulsate along my shaft as her orgasm overtakes her. Her eyes, bluer than any other thing on the planet, look up at me with desire and shock and love. Her mouth moves in an uncoordinated gasping motion. Her whole body bucks beneath me. Her tightening muscles finally send me over the edge, and I unload, pumping stream after stream of long, gooey, pearly-white seed into her belly. My entire body shakes as I am seized by the most powerful orgasm I’ve ever (or will ever) experience. I collapse onto her, embracing her body yet again. Five minutes later her shaking, moaning, howling orgasm is over, and she looks up at me with nothing but love in her eyes. She strokes her fingers through my hair.
“Jenelle…” I whisper, and we both begin to cry as we realize we will never see each other again after tonight.

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Alexia’s first time

Alexia was only 12 years old, and already she was becoming something of a slut.
With her long brown hair, brown eyes, and slim, sexy body, it was no wonder. Her
chest was still pretty underdeveloped, but she had a great little butt to make
up for it.
Becoming curious about sex at an early age, she had broken her hymen from
masturbation. She had a magnetic personality, was very energetic, and was popular
with the guys in her junior high school, but the farthest a guy had attempted
with her was grabbing her ass. Just the very idea of sex acts made her get
horny, and she would often whisper the word “fuck” to herself over and over
again while playing with herself, until she’d cum, her little hand oozing with
her own goo. She loved the taste of it, and wondered what it would be like to
“eat out” a girl.
One day Alexia came home from school to find her older, teenaged brother Michael
and his friends hanging out. Her parents were out for the week, and she couldn’t
help but get excited, having all these hot guys over – unsupervised! Since Michael
was the ‘grunge’ type, a lot of the guys had long hair, scraggly facial hair —
you know, the “glamorously unglamorous” look Brad Pitt sports. There was also a
girl there, too, and Alexia couldn’t help but let her hungry eyes scan her
breasts and bottom.
Michael and his friends greeted Alexia with a beer. She had drunk beer before with
Michael, and although she hated the taste of it, she had a few so the guys would
think she’s cool. As she started to feel a little drunk — and some of the other
kids were already past that stage — it was obvious the guys (and girl) were
lusting after her. They didn’t even try to hide it — she even thought Michael, her
own brother, was eyeing her! She purposely dropped a beer bottle so she could
bend over to pick it up and display her fine butt, and then it started: One of
the guys grabbed that curvy ass of hers, and in a flash Alexia turned around and
took a good look at the huge bulge in the guy’s crotch. The guy, a particularly
good-looking one, pulled her in for a deep kiss while she ground the palm of her
hand against his hard-on, concealed by his jeans.
Their tongues wrestling, smoldering with hot saliva, Alexia kept grinding her
palm on his bulge, until she could sense he was approaching orgasm. She had
french-kissed guys before, but never as exciting as this! The other kids whooped
and cheered, as a wet, sodden spot appeared at the base of her crotch, showing
through her jeans. Clearly, she was loving this.
Suddenly the guy pulled his tongue from Alexia’s mouth and, smiling devilishly,
asked her “Do you spit or swallow?” Alexia had heard boys say that when telling
sex jokes to each other, but she never really knew what it meant. Some of the
other kids, quieter now, began to giggle anxiously. She must have looked
confused, because the guy said, “Don’t worry about it honey – you’ll learn as
you go along.” With that he pushed her head down to his crotch, unzipped his
jeans, pulled them off, and let his thick hard-on flop out of his boxers. Alexia
knew what was going on now.
The others were really getting excited by now. Alexia ran her hot, kittenish
tongue down the underside of his shaft, and watched as it throbbed. It had a
salty, but not unpleasant, taste. “Oh, don’t stop now, baby!” the guy sighed,
his voice shaky. She decided to cut to the chase. She took his whole length in
her mouth, grinding her tongue against his thickness. She could hear him moaning
with glee as she sucked his dick with the urgency that a baby sucks a bottle
with. It felt like a thick, hot sausage! He pumped his huge manhood in and out
of her, feeling every inch of her hot mouth sucking it. More saliva came into
her mouth, and he could feel it, hot and sticky, roughly grinding into his dick.
It was all he could take. He started cumming, hot, slimy cum shooting into the
back of the girl’s throat. Alexia started with shock when she felt the first
load smack against the back of her mouth. She quickly pulled his dick out, only
to have it spit the hot goo all over her face. She felt the stuff splash onto
her. Gross! The guy watched as his cum splattered onto her cheek, then her chin,
and finally his last pump-full of it shot into her long brown hair, which was
now hanging in her face. The white slime oozed down the side of her face, off
her chin, and down her neck. And the spot in her hair looked like someone had
spat a loogee onto it! It was the most satisfying orgasm he ever had.
Alexia knew what “spit or swallow” meant now, that’s for damn sure.
Now the gang-bang had begun. Immediately another guy stuck his shaft in her
mouth. Alexia tried to survey the scene as best she could — all the other kids
were taking their clothes off as fast as they could, and in a flash her own
clothes were being almost literally ripped off! As she sucked on the throbbing
dick in her mouth, she felt hot, sweaty hands pull her shirt off, her jeans
down, then her training bra was ripped off, and finally her wet panties were
yanked down her legs and pulled from her feet. By now everyone in the room was
buck naked. Alexia’s heart was beating a million beats per minute, she had never
been this excited or horny in her life!
She kept grinding her tongue and sucking on the dick in her mouth, and from the
corner of her eye she saw other guys jerking-off, and she felt their hot slime
splash all over her body. It felt so weird oozing down her belly, butt, and
thighs! Now she was on all fours on the carpeted floor, with a dick in her
mouth, cum splattering all over her body, and now someone was sucking at her wet
pussy! She turned her back a little to see three of her brother’s friends, one a
girl, the other two guys, giving her some messy oral sex. One guy had his head
facing her butt, and was sticking his tongue as far up as it would go into her pussy.
The other guy was running his tongue deep into her butt crack, probing it into
her tiny anus.
The girl stuck her head under Alexia’s doggie-style body, and laid belly-up next
to her on the floor. She had short, white-ish blond hair and sparkling purple
eyes. With a mischievous grin, the girl hoisted her head up to the underside of
Alexia’s body and ran her tongue down her belly, her inner thighs, and finally,
her now sopping pussy. The other guy was still working on the dripping cunt, and
now there were two hot tongues probing her twat! The dick Alexia was sucking
finally came, spurting a load of hot slime into her mouth. She swallowed it all
this time, and in the next second another guy had his rock-hard dick in her wet,
slippery mouth. It was too much for the poor girl, with her pussy on fire and a
hot dick in her mouth! She came for the first time – and it was monumental! When
she started cumming, the blond girl shoved her whole mouth into her pussy,
gripping Alexia’s butt with her hands, as she slurped up the hot juices gushing
from the depths of her preteen pussy.
Alexia came down from the orgasm just as the dick in her mouth came. Then she
got a new surprise: One of the guys that was sucking her now shoved his boner
into her twat doggie style! He wasted no time, passionately thrusting in and
out. Alexia gasped with pleasure at this new feeling — she had masturbated with
big objects before, but she was still really a virgin — until now. The guy came
quickly, shooting his hot goo into her belly. As soon as he pulled out, another
guy took his place, pumping away.
Alexia was expecting another guy to put his dick in her mouth, but to her
surprise, the girl that had sucked her before shoved her pink, shaven cunt in
her face! As the guys one-by-one fucked her young pussy from behind, Alexia
started pleasuring the girl. The pussy at her mouth was already wet and Alexia
was surprised to see the girl had such a big, thick clit that was hanging
sloppily from her pussy lips. Alexia went at it with her lips and tongue, even
using her teeth – gently – to pinch it. The blond girl was moaning
uncontrollably, showing a big, toothy grin that gave her a devilish look. Alexia
then saw her brother Michael walk up behind the blond and began to kiss and caress
her body. Alexia was shocked to see Michael’s dick was dripping with wet cum! He
was one of the guys that was fucking her pussy! The thought of it made her feel
dirty and – to her surprise – even hornier!
About five or six guys had fucked her by the time the blond girl came, shoving
her pussy violently into Alexia’’s mouth as her hot juices gushed into her mouth.
She stepped away, exhausted from the pleasure Alexia had given her, and plopped
on a couch. Alexia herself had came again a couple times when the guys were
fucking her, but it wasn’t as good as the first time, when the girl ate her out.
The guys had stopped for a moment, so Alexia grabbed a pillow and laid her head
on it, resting her arms, which had been holding herself up. Her legs were still
kneeling. She glanced at her pussy. It had white cum from the guys oozing out of
it! Some of it oozed slowly down her inner thighs, while bigger globs of it
plopped right out and hit the carpet. Damn, more guys must have fucked her then
she thought! Either that, or they had gone back for seconds. She ran one of her
hands over her body, felt that it was covered in a layer of the hot white stuff.
Alexia rested her head for a minute — but soon the guys were hard again. One of
them fucked her pussy again, but by now it was so sloppy she could hardly feel
it in her. Suddenly, she felt one of them spread her buttcheeks. She knew what
was coming now, and was a little nervous about it. The guy stuck two fingers
into her now ruined pussy, gathered some cum, and smeared it in and around her
butthole. He then stuck his dick in her pussy, coating it with all that cum, and
then slowly inched his shaft into Alexia’s butthole. From the guy’s
point-of-view, her tiny, pink rosebud of an anus was too enticing to pass up. He
loved watching his dick inch into the tiny puckered muscle of her anus. Alexia
thought it was the oddest thing she’d ever felt — like a huge turd thrusting
into her butt instead of out.
Pretty soon the guy came, and the others lined up for an anal gang-bang. Alexia
loved the feeling of their hot cum shooting deep into her bowels. Places deep in
her butt where she had never even felt before were filled with cum from all the
guys! After a few guys had came in there, their dicks felt ticklish thrusting in
and out of her butt, sliding and grinding with all the other cum that was
already in there, splashing back and forth in that narrow tunnel. Soon her
butthole was oozing with cum, just as her pussy was.
Michael stood and looked over his cute little sister. Her whole body, almost
head-to-toe, was covered with cum. The stuff was plopping out her pussy and
forming a puddle on the carpet. Good thing that carpet’s white, he thought,
remembering he’d have to clean up after this little party. He noticed that even
the insides of her buttcheeks were smeared with cum. He bent down and parted her
buttcheeks, and found out why. When she flexed her anus, the white slime came
oozing out, smearing her inner buttcheeks. The blond girl went nuts over this,
and proceeded to suck the cum from Alexia’s butthole, holding her slimy cheeks
apart and pressing her mouth right to the tiny hole. Alexia could feel the cum
trickling down her tunnel, and it was great!
Michael sighed. “Whoa, guys, I think she’s had enough!” Alexia couldn’t agree more.
Michael helped her stand up. As she walked to the bathroom, she could feel the
guys` cum splashing around inside her pussy and butt. She stepped into the
shower, turned on the hot water, and washed herself off as best she could —
even working her fingers up her pussy and anus, trying to wash them out.
When she was finally clean, she came back out into the living room. Everyone had
gone home, except for that funny-looking, cute blond — who it turns out was
Michael’s girlfriend, named Misty. “You’re a great fuck, kid. I’ll have to bring
you to one of MY parties sometime, where you can really have some fun.”
Alexia grinned. She was looking forward to it already.

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Thai Ladyboy

Today Hui wears a short-sleeved blouse with rainbow stripes and a tight black skirt, sandals on barefoot and a miniscule rectangle-shaped Gucci-imitation handbag with a gilded buckle slung over her bony shoulder.
She doesn’t walk, she tiptoes into my hotel room, like an unwelcomed cat, whose hunger outweighs its fear. Although Hui’s been here every day in the past week, she still treads cautiously on my territory, remembering our first meeting.
She glides towards the table and brushes a crisp hundred dollar bill off, unshackles her bag and tosses it casually in. When she heads for the queen-bed, her gait gains confidence, while her posture is unassuming, unpretensious, un-bussiness-like. I wonder if that’s how Hui treats all her clients. Like it’s not about money to her. It puts her either into a category of great professionals or great ameteurs.
I’m sitting on the edge of the unmade bed. She comes up and initiates a contact by playfully shoving me on my shoulders. I playfully fall down on my back. She puts her handbag down on the shoddy linoleum floor, undoes the Velcroes of her sandals and kicks them off. She climbs upon the bed, and stands upright on her knees looming over my prostrate body.
Her skin is white, with some brown-yellowish hue. She is racially mixed. Her face is both European and Asian, depending on the angle you look at it. The oval shape and pronounced cheekbones are European, but the squint and the depth of her eyes are unmistakably Asian.
Her body is short and very slender. Her movements, when she begins to undress me are lithe and efficient. Her hands are soft and deft. She strips me off my clothes with little help from my part, until I lie there spread out, stark naked with a growing erection.
I blink, and she straddles me, her sharp knees poking at the mattress, her inner thighs press tightly against the sides of my ribcage. I blink and she props on her hands and arches her back, exposing her slim midriff with a tiny belly-button in the middle. I feel the soft globules of her ass resting on my erection.
My body is electrified. My hands are sweaty and shaky when, with one swift, perhaps a bit agressive, motion, I take the hem of Hui’s blouse and pull it over her slender body, for which she accomodatively raises her hands up. She lowers down and props her hands at the sides of my head, her long raven-wing black hair tickling my face, her suddenly quickened breath brushing over my lips, like a blast of wind that meets you suddenly behind the corner of a building.
I unclasp her bra, and her breasts come tumbling out. She tosses the bra vaguely over her shoulder to the accumulating pile of our clothes at the edge of the bed. Her breasts are round and firm, the nipples are bloated and perky, standing out about half an inch, staring down at me with a challenge. I put my mouth over the right one, zoom in and suck. Hui groans, cups her breasts and offers me the other one. I suck on the other nipple, while sliding my hands down the steep curves of her smooth thighs, to the tight little buttocks. I squeeze them. The muscles flex and then relax as my hands do the same. While still sucking on the nipple I grab her ass and use it as a lever to pull her body up. I let go of her nipple and she arches her back again and I feel the bulge between her legs.
Blindly I find the zipper at the back of Hui’s skirt and undo it. She lies down on her back, between my stretched out legs, and raises her own slim legs. I pull the skirt down her thighs, down her sheens, down her ankles.
Her penis and testicles are snugly coiled up in a female thong panties, hidden for most of its part in a pink triangle of fabric. My mouth is dry, as if I’d just spent a weekend in the desert without water, and my palpitating heart is a leading race-car on its final lap. I take off the last piece of Hui’s clothing and give her body a long, panoramic, gluttonous look, missing out on no detail.
Her uncut dong, light brown, thick at the basis and adorned with a tuft of tar-black pubic hair tapers gradually towards the pink tip, with the foreskin covering most of its head. Her testicles are sheathed in a dark brown sac.
I met Hui in the bar on Bangla Road, an overcrowded stretch of promenade, just a few miles off the coast, which had been hit by the Tsunami. I’d come to Thailand on a business trip, my first time here, as a representative of the New Hampshire company that makes plastic food containers (maybe you own a couple of them,) with its two production plants located on the outskirts of Bangkok.
I came with a couple of other representatives. They stayed in the same hotel, hung out together, and kept aloof from me. They appeared nervous in my company, especially when I saw one of them taking off his wedding band and slipping it into his pocket. Both were bald, pudgy, middle-aged and married and once the business meetings were over for the day they would run off to the Red Light District so fast as if all hounds of hell were after them. I know that for a fact because I saw them on Patong Karon Road, with a trophy of four brown-skinned girls in tow, with those stupid grins on their chubby white faces, like they were high school kids who’d just gotten lucky.
I made no friends and so on the fourth day of the trip, I was sitting, alone, in the above-mentioned bar on over-crowded Bangla Road seeping my sour beer.
A girl sat on the bar stool next to me and without much ado asked me, in English, what was my name. The girl was cute, with nice long hair, big pretty eyes and soft hands. Her skin was light and her boobs had a nice round shape. She was a hooker of course. I had had one already in Bangkok and it’d been a lot of fun. I ordered her a drink of her choice, a margarita. We tried to make a conversation, but it wasn’t easy since her English was very rudimentary. I asked her name. The girl’s name was Hui, and she wanted to see my hotel suite. I told her that it was nothing fancy, but she wasn’t so easily discouraged. We walked along the promenade to the side street and hailed a taxi to my hotel.
Fifteen minutes later we were on my suite bed, discovering each other’s body topography in the pitch darkness. I groped my horny hand into her crotch, and recoiled. Her crotch had an erection.
I recoiled, bumped into the lamp stand, the lamp wobbled and crushed on the floor. It was made of plastic so it didn’t break. I slid my hand along the wall, found the switch and turned the ceiling lights on. I looked at the girl. And sure thing, the girl had a penis, and the penis had a huge erection.
I stumbled towards the bathroom, leaned over the sink and my chest began to heave spasmatically. In what I’d analyze later, to be a result of shock rather than disgust. I dry-heaved, but couldn’t throw up, I guess I didn’t feel so sick after all. I opened the faucet just to justify my looming over the sink.
From the corner of my eyes I saw a reflection of the girl in the mirror. She was still naked, standing in the doorway, studying me calmly. I didn’t know what to say, so I said nothing.
« Me, Hui, katoey, ladyboy. Me a girl all. Me no lies. You try. You no like no money. You like you call Hui. You like ! Gu-ra-ntee. »
I looked her over again. Her body was feminine. So was her voice, She was a girl all right. Except for the penis. I studied it. I studied it more. It wasn’t entirely unattractive.
So I decided to see what it’s like. I came up to her and took it in my arm and squeezed it. The sensation was pleasant. Her penis was like a hot-blooded, live thing, seperate from her female body. I stroked it gently. I squatted and held it in my hand kneading. Then, on a spur of the moment, I eased it into my mouth. The ladyboy was towering over me. I was holding her ass and sucking her penis. And I was loving it.
That night I had my ass fucked.for the first time too. When it was over, Hui asked me how it was. I gave her a hundred, twice as much as she’d asked as a response, and told her to come back the next day.
Almost against my will, purely on the strength of my desire I lower my mouth and swallow her penis. Anxiously and greedily I begin to suck it just like I’ve sucked her nipples a few moments ago, making loud slobbering noises.
The sensation is both utterly bewildering and utterly pleasant. Her penis is warm and soft and it hardens up as it’s growing with every additional pump, like a baloon, which is being pumped with helium, until it fills all my mouth and I have to push its shaft into my throat, deeper, then even deeper. My mouth becomes a pussy and the penis goes in and out, in and out, rythmically, building up a momentum for a release. The penis gorges up and is unbearably big and for a second it’s so big I can’t breathe and I gargle on it. Yet I feel reluctant when I let it go out of my mouth.
Hui groans, her face is knotted in spasms of pleasure.
Hui’s little mouth eats up my dick and chews on it until I have to push her head off, lest I would cum. She pants exhaustedly, a saliva dripping from her mouth. She wipes it off and smiles at me lasciviously. She’s a little forest animal, all worked up for some action.
She’s a marvel. A straight-up woman from her long gorgeous hair to the wide curvy thighs. Clothed, she would easily fool anyone. She fooled me. And a man down from the waist. A six-inch fully functional penis oscillates expectantly from side to side like a drunk sailor, who can stand on his feet, but can’t walk straight.
Our penises are two bulging red throbs fueled by lust like two rockets five seconds before the launch. We hold them and lightly knock against each other, us, like two dog-owners letting their pets sniff each other out on the street. My dick is circumsized and about half an inch longer and a bit thicker in girth. But there’s no feeling of superiority there, there’s only mutual admiration. Our pets like each other all right.
My hands are on Hui’s buttocks, spreading the two symmetrical globules. I moist my index finger and slide my hand into her butt crack and lightly budge my moistened finger into her anus. I lap at her anus. I stick my tongue as deep as I can into it. Then I lap the wrinkled skin around her asshole.
I take a little plastic phial of vaseline from the lamp stand, uncap it and squeeze some into her anus. Hui obediently lays still. I push the entire length of my index finger down her anus. I wiggle it in ever-expanding gyrations, getting it ready for a bigger entrance. I use some more vaseline to lubricate my fully aroused penis, hold it in my hand at its base and push it into her anus. Her body writhes, her fists clench, her body tenses. I’m just half-way in, and I bring myself all the way down. She utters a cry. Her asshole accomodates the entire length of my dick. Then I begin to move up and down, smoothly and energetically, like a Porsche’s piston. Her body relaxes and I increase the speed.
We change the position and lie on our sides. I massage her penis with my right hand, keeping it engorged, while pumping from the behind. Then I pull out and lie down offering my butt.
She has a phial of vaseline in her hands and she squeezes some out. I feel cold sticky liquid on the left globule. My butt is very sensitive and I’m expecting some unearthly pleasure.
Hui slides her lubricated finger just about an inch in. My sphincter contracts and gulps down the rest of the finger greedily. She takes her finger out. Then she slowly plunges in with her uncut dick. Somewhere down below the nerve centers cross-curcuit and there’s a general blackout starting in my brains and spreading out throughout my body. I almost panic that I won’t be able to sustain so much ecstasy at one go. When she begins to hump me, my head feels dizzy and I’m about to faint. I go in and out of concsiousness for the next few seconds, as she goes in and out of my ass.
I’m on my back, in the missionary position, my legs rest on Hui’s shoulders and she’s shoving her penis into me with so much energy and excitement, as if she’d just glimpsed a huge nugget of gold up my ass. My skin is tingling. It’s a bit like being high on coke. Like you’re at the top of the world, but feel kind of light-headed and about to crash any moment, but not that it matters. I feel that I’d been fucked out of all the day’s stress and bullshit and I moan. A sweet moment of release is coming. I’m stroking my cock, keeping it moments away from cumming, waiting for Hui to reach the same height.
Suddenly she pulls out and I see her dick quiver inches away from my face and then her sperm spurts out and hits me on the nostril, on the eye, on the lips, on the chin, on the cheeks. I open my mouth wide, and the rest of the sperm is directed into it. I swallow it and open my mouth again and take the spent cock and suck it dry, while still stroking my cock. Then I push her down and stick it into her eagerly open mouth. She squeezes it lightly between her lips and I begin to cum. I spurt twice, then I pull out and do the last spurt on her face. When I’m done, I press my sperm-covered face to hers and we rub them up together. She’s smiling at me and I plant a forbidden kiss on her lips.
Still dressed in nothing, we smoke cigarettes on the balcony.
« Come tomorrow ? » I ask Hui.
« Sure, » She says.
I give my Marlboro a tug, look at the jostling crowds four floors down below and think about what will I tell my girlfriend at home about my time in Bangkok, and whether or not, even granted we’ve had an open relationship for a while now, should I mention Hui and her guilty little secret, which has become mine.

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