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Astony	Wednesday 23 January 2008 At 10:29 Coral is a petite young cocksucker who admits that she loves to tease the boys! Well Coral you aren’t gonna tease this time, you’re gonna deliver! So she opened her mouth wide and recieved a mouth fucking like she had never had before! Past the tonsils and down the throat, he practically drilled for oil down the back of Coral’s mouth!
Astony	Wednesday 23 January 2008 At 10:29 This is one hell of a blonde bombshell. She’s got it all, including a license that shows her age of 18. We fucked this girl like crazy and finished her off with one of the biggest monster loads to ever squirt from a cock!
Astony	Wednesday 23 January 2008 At 10:30 This cute teen had always wondered what it would be like to be with an older man, so she didn’t hesitate at all when asked to take off her clothes… or to take it in the ass! She’s never been fucked like this before, and you don’t want to miss it!
Astony	Wednesday 23 January 2008 At 10:30 Katie put the munchkins to sleep and then set out to fuck their father in the playroom! Watch this fine college babysitter as she gets her pussy pounded as toys and other playthings surround her! Listen to her moan and cry out in orgasm, and keep your fingers crossed that she doesn’t wake anyone up!
Astony	Wednesday 23 January 2008 At 10:30 Sasha Grey DID NOT DISAPPOINT!!! See?!? I told you all!! This genuine whore was going to blow us away!!! LITERALLY!!!! How in the hell this cutie is 18 years old is just beyond me! She delivers phenomenal performances and strives for a good scene every time!! If you haven’t already, go check out her scenes on xxxPillowTalk, ShareMyCock, and 1000Facials!!! But, for all you Throated Lovers, THIS is the ultimate Sasha Throating clip! When Sasha puts that hard, dry Cock in her warm, moist little mouth, I could feel her pussy getting wet for the both of us!! Sasha is here for the Deep-Throat Challenge and for some FABULOUS reason, she doesn’t even make it seem like it’s an issue!! Fuckin-A!!! Does this chick even HAVE a gag reflex?!? We get her on her knees - cock stuffed down throat - hanging off the couch - cock stuffed down throat - whatever position, she takes that big fuckin’ Cock and fucks her throat with it!!! Going in and out of her tonsils, choking on that schlong, making her face all wet and tearing up to smear her makeup!!! Is there a higher grade that I can give than an A+?? How about, Grand Master Champion of all Cock-Sucking?!? Yeah…That’s her grade…FUCK! That’s her gold medal!!!
Astony	Wednesday 23 January 2008 At 10:41 Betty in the Booth I met Betty at the carnival, where she worked a ticket booth at one of the 'thrill' rides. I was the local electrician for the carnival, so I was there when they unloaded everything from the trucks and put the thing together. Betty's ticket booth was in place before I had finished my job. Bright red, about seven-and-a-half feet tall and with little more than three feet by three feet of space inside, the booth's ticket window was outlined by a string of little blue bulbs. As I finished wiring the booth up, I met Betty for the first time. "Ready?" Betty questions me. Betty, about 21, is a true goddess, she standing there in her short, tight black skirt, purple blouse. If a man were to take his hands and place one above her breasts, one on her upper back and slowly slide them down to her feet, he would feel strong, firm curves, hard and perfect ass, a flat stomach, silky slender legs... "All wired," I say to her. Betty enters, flips on the booth's switch. Tame blue lights outline the window. She enters, waving her hand at somebody standing in the evening's shadows. A muscular man of about 30 walks through the shadows and into the booth, stands behind Betty. I can only see Betty's face and her breasts in the booth's small window, her long curly blonde hair stroked back by her hands. The man closes the door behind him, forcing him up against Betty's ass. Betty stops stroking her hair, removes her blouse and bra. Her tits are pointed, her breasts resting on the little platform beneath the ticket window. "Let's see how it works, then," Betty addressing me but signaling the man pressed against her. In the blue light of the window, I see Betty's expression change to raw excitement as the man raises her skirt from behind, tosses her panties out the window and towards me. Her head slightly forward now, blonde hair falling over her face, she's obviously slamming herself into the cock that's forced inside her. "Harder, deeper, up my cunt," she moans to him while looking at me. "Bitch," he says, "you never get enough cock, do you?" Betty's response is to brace herself against the booth's front and slam her ass harder into the man, forcing his cock deeper inside her. "No, never enough cock," she taunts him, she till looking right at me. "And you always have to be fucked in this little booth," he says to her. "Always," she says. "I like tight, hard fucks and the smell of male cum. This place provides it all," she laughs. The force of his cock driving up her cunt shakes the little booth. The sound of his balls slapping against her firm ass echoes right out the window. She's taking all of him, her hips forcing him back against the wall of the booth so his cock can't escape from her cunt. Over 15 minutes of being fucked from behind in the little booth goes by before the man cums in her, shouting "Bitch! Bitch! Bitch!" over and over as he pumps all he has up her cunt. The man back in the distant shadows again, Betty says to me, "Come see the inside of my booth." I agree, not having had to enter the booth to wire it up. Betty's skirt is in place again, she still nude from the waist up. The floor of the tiny booth is coated with old cum stains. The cum stains cover the floor almost completely and are obviously deep--cum on top of cum. One gob of new cum is visible behind her. She sees me staring at the new cum, says, "I like to reach between my legs and squeeze all the cum out of their cocks right as the men are pulling out of me, so some of their cum will fall on the floor of my booth." She tells me she likes to 'collect' cum in that way. The aroma of the cum is strong, ingrained in the booth. "I like the way you look at me when I'm being fucked," Betty tells me. "I'd like you to watch me getting fucked as often as you can." She doesn't want me to fuck her, though, as that would "spoil the whole mood." I was at that carnival for over two hours that night, watching Betty's face as she was being fucked by eight different men. She looking out the booth's window at me each time, her face in ecstasy as their cocks were pumping cum inside her, me sitting there on a bench in front of the booth, encouraging her to "fuck that cock dry." I saw Betty go into climax at least four times. Betty told me later that she came more from enjoying me watch her get fucked than from the cocks inside her. Betty was in love with watching the watcher (me) watch, so to speak. She enjoyed watching me watch her get fucked even more than she liked those eight cocks driving up her cunt, dropping their cum on her booth's floor. I enjoyed coaching the men to "cum in her again," they complying by performing two times each for her. The floor of the ticket booth was slippery with cum after everybody--but me--was satisfied that night. Eight men with sore cocks, drained completely of cum, Betty climaxing four times, the floor of the booth with a new coating of cum throughout... Outside the booth now--finally--her black skirt sweaty, soaking up cum from between her legs, her blouse back on, Betty says to me, "I really want you around here often but for turning me on with your watching only. If you fucked me it would never be the same again. Your eyes shining at me, the way your mouth turns up at one corner as the guys fuck me--your shouts of 'Fuck her. Fuck her!'--are so sensual, so spell-binding that I could cum from the sight and sound of that alone!! I usually don't fuck THAT many guys at one time, but I couldn't stop tonight, from you watching me! "I realize it must be a bit frustrating for you, though," Betty, with slow, sultry voice says to me, "not fucking me yourself." She's right, of course, my prick rock-hard for nearly four hours now. "But you not cumming the whole time all those men were fucking me is SUCH a turn-on for me!! It's like you were sacrificing all your sexual needs to please me!! I LOVE that idea!!" Betty loved the idea that I watched her get fucked for over two hours by eight different men while not getting to fuck her myself and "sacrificing" my sexual needs in the process so much that she asked me to leave right then and come back the next night right after the carnival closed...so we could do it all over again... I LOVED the whole concept TOO!! I realized. Back at my house that night, my prick throbbing, I jerked off three times in 12 minutes. And was back at the carnival right at closing time the next night... Watching Betty's face through the window of the ticket booth, her silky blonde hair falling over her face, her tits pointed with anticipation...I realize, this second time here, that the arrangement will be for as long as Betty desires it to be. Her eyes half-closed but intense in my direction as the men fuck her--six of them this night--hold me captive as her permanent 'watcher,' which now excites me more than if I fucked her myself. This need of mine to see her satisfied is overwhelming. On her sixth fuck partner, a tall black man who barely fits within the booth, Betty tells me that his cock is so long and wide inside her that he can only fuck her with slight movements in the tight space. "Lift her up, brace her against the front of the booth, " I coach the black man, "so you have more room to fuck her." The black man lifts Betty up almost a foot off the floor, bracing her against the booth's front, as he rams his cock so hard and fast in Betty's cunt that she screams with pleasure. "Ahhhh, it feels like you're fucking me with a flagpole!!" she yells at him, the top of her head now level with the window's upper limit. "Don't stop, DON'T STOP," she keeps demanding of the black man. He fucks her like that for about 10 minutes before cumming in her with a load of cum so big and hot that Betty moans that "It BURNS!! It BURNS!!" After the black man leaves, I'm allowed into the booth to see all the new cum on the floor. It's so slick in there from the cum that I almost fall. I also notice that cum runs down both of Betty's legs, the black man having pumped more inside her than there was room for her to accommodate. Betty's skirt, a red mini this night, is spotted with cum stains. Betty, standing there with her eyes glazed from satisfaction from being fucked, cum oozing down both of her legs, her mini stained from the cum of six different men, the floor of the booth slick with what she squeezed out of their pricks after they came in her, says in a soft voice to me, "How would you like to marry me?" "I NEED you to watch me get fucked," she says. Two weeks later, three years ago, we wed. The bright red ticket booth is a center piece in our living room now. Not much else has changed. Betty still gets her fucking by various men in that ticket--cum booth--while I watch from the living room couch and jerk myself off under a towel so Betty does not see my cock. I asked her once, right after our marriage, if I could cut the bottom or back away from the booth so I could watch all that dick she takes sliding in and out of her cunt, but she said "No, that would destroy the mood, too," because I would be watching her cunt instead of looking her right in the eyes as she got fucked. Three years wed to Betty and I've never fucked her, never even seen her naked below the waist. Since we're married, she's fucked other men in that booth at least 400 times, though. The cum still piling up inside the booth. As it is, I no longer desire to fuck her, the watcher in me my full personality now. My desire to please Betty my greatest need. My coaching of the men in the booth with her is exciting to me too: "Shove yourself into her," I tell the one in the booth with her now, "spread her cheeks so she can get more of you in her." He responds well to the advice I witness, as Betty moans faster and louder now, his cock obviously deeper in her. I coach Betty to move her hips side-to-side, as she's being fucked so hard and fast that she can't respond with her own backward thrusts, the hip movement meant to provide her and the man with even more pleasure, this coaching of her another of my pleasures. Betty's face takes on the customary aura of satisfaction as the man finally cums in her: her eyes, glazed but never leaving mine, her mouth half open, her blonde hair tossed, her tits hard, excited. "Don't take your cock out of her too fast," I tell the man who's just shot his cum up my wife's cunt. "She wants what's left over for her 'collection.'" The man just makes an ahhh sound as Betty squeezes his cock of remaining cum as he pulls it out of her, the cum drops audibly hitting the floor of the ticket booth centered in the quiet room... Coaching my wife on how to receive the most pleasure from other men's cocks, instructing the guys fucking her in the booth on how to get more of their pricks, their cum up her cunt...and, of course, watching her face in the window of the ticket booth as she rides the tide of multiple orgasms from the fucking she's getting at the time, seems to BE my sexual release these days, I think... But, than, what man would or should require more??
Astony	Wednesday 23 January 2008 At 10:42 Black Into White: The Bottle For those not yet familiar with the concept and ecstasy of the Black Into White lifestyle, I'd suggest a read of the JANET feature also posted here before reading further into this column. First, a couple comments/questions from readers of the JANET feature and previous BIW column: From Cher: "We're a white, professional couple in our twenties who'd like to become involved in the BIW lifestyle, but my husband is totally straight and is concerned about where I have sex with the black man and immediately afterward piss into my husband's mouth. He (her husband) isn't sure about swallowing a man's cum that'd be mixed in with my pee. We have no problem with anything else involved in the lifestyle." Cher is referring to the JANET feature where I say, "Janet stands above me for a moment; lowers her cunt to about six inches from my mouth. At about two inches from my wide-open mouth, her cunt begins to gush, her piss pouring into my mouth. Of course, her own orgasmic juices mixed with the black man's cum also flow into my mouth, down my throat. The mixture of her piss, her orgasmic cum, the black man's cum...all mixed and coming together in my mouth is like the taste of honey to a 'normal' person!! ... there is NOTHING better than this taste of Anglo female piss and orgasmic juices mixed with the cum of a black man...all freshly-flowing out of your wife's cunt and into your gratefully-receiving mouth..." Cher, it doesn't necessarily mean your husband is gay/bi because he drinks pure passion, which is what the mixture of your piss and juices and the black man's cum, all combined, truly are! One taste of this passion drink and he'll be addicted forever... Of course, the most important thing is to get that hot cum from your black stud inside you, so, if the drinking part bothers your husband that much, just let that go for a bit. And spread those pale legs wide for that gorgeous black cock! From Stacy: "Greg, don't you hate not being able to please your wife yourself...not touch her...just to drink her piss? You only get to jerk yourself off. I would rather be involved in the physical part of sex, rather than just watching--wouldn't you????" Stacy, I DO please my wife myself...by supporting her pleasure with black cocks. When that hot cum from a black man's cock squirts inside her mouth, cunt, ass...the extreme pleasure she receives from the experience is something like pure ecstasy to her. So, how could I possibly please her more than that? A husband not touching his wife isn't a requirement of the lifestyle. Not cumming in his wife, yes, since we only want cum from black men into our Anglo wives in this lifestyle. But a husband using his tongue on his wife is fine (see below). As to drinking from Janet, I believe the above explanation will help in the understanding of that concept of the lifestyle. Try it; you'll love it!! Hey, stroking my cock while watching Janet get fucked by a black man IS physical, too, you know, Stacy... I visited a local Anglo couple a few weeks ago who are new converts into the Black Into White lifestyle. She's 21, he's 34, both in professional careers. Married only two years and on the verge of a divorcee already, the lifestyle saved their marriage. Before they joined the lifestyle: "Tim (not his right name) was getting abusive towards me," she said. "Francine (her named changed) was bored with our sex life," he said. Three weeks into the lifestyle, I'm invited over to their house to witness the progress. To skip the introductions, small talk... Sam, Francine's black stud, is fucking her in the missionary position, his thick and long dark cock totally disappearing into the cunt of the small white woman on each powerful stroke. Francine has her legs wide, one leg bent on the bed, the other being held by her husband, Tim, who's kneeling beside the bed. Tim is also licking at his wife's leg, his tongue keeping time to each stroke of Sam's cock in her cunt. One stroke of dark cock into his wife, one lap of Tim's tongue on her leg. He's licking the sex sweat off her leg as fast as it forms. Francine's eyes are half-closed, rolling side-to-side with pleasure from experiencing the dark cock inside her. Ten minutes into the fucking and licking, she turns her head towards her kneeling husband, he still licking her leg, and says, "Get the bottle. Jerk off for me, Tim. Yank your prick fast, hard! Cum in the bottle for me! Show me just how much you appreciate this magnificent black cock I'm taking inside me right now!!" Tim stops his leg-licking and goes into the living room, returning with what looks like a one-gallon bottle. Standing by the bed and watching the black cock slam hard, deep, fully into his wife's cunt, he sits the bottle on the floor, whips his own cock out and begins pulling on it with his right hand. He bends down, his left hand reaching for the bottle again, bringing it up and holding it near the tip of his cock. It less than two minutes of yanking on his own cock, he seems ready to cum. "Cum. Cum. Cum in the bottle for me!" his wife keeps encouraging him, watching him jerk off as she continues to enjoy the beautiful black cock feeding her cunt. She's put out so much juice from the fucking she's getting from Sam's cock that the sheet under her cunt is visibly moist from her pleasure. Tim's shooting his load into the bottle now, it only a couple feet from the bed his wife's getting fucked on. Watching her husband cum in the bottle while she's getting fucked by Sam, REALLY stimulates Francine: "Oh. God. How GREAT it feels!!" she says to Sam, while still staring at her husband's cum draining into the bottle. "Cum inside me DEEP! DEEP!!" she says to Sam, she in obvious orgasm now. Francine wants the cum from the dark cock inside and her husband's cum in a bottle. Sam slams his cock into Francine so hard and fast that she slides right up the bed. Grunting, Sam finally begins shooting his own cum inside Tim's wife, saying, "It's going to go clear up to your belly, my cum!" Both of them breathing deeply, near exhaustion from the fucking, Sam and Francine sit up on the bed. "Drink her piss. Eat her now," Sam says to Francine's husband. Tim sits the bottle down and lays flat on the floor, his mouth wide open. Francine, still winded a bit from the fucking, straddles her husband's face, her cunt only inches above his mouth. In that position she says to me, "I like this almost as much as getting fucked by Sam, watching Tim jerk off into that bottle for me." She then starts gushing into her husband's face, he swallowing it as fast as it runs into his mouth. Francine must be pissing a quart of her piss, sex juices and Sam's cum right into her husband's mouth. She's got an evil smile on her face while she's putting out his wonderful liquid for her husband's enjoyment. Tim's cock is still exposed and getting hard again as he drinks from his wife, signifying his delight with the beverage's taste and contents. Finished providing the pleasure fluid for her husband, her cunt hairs soaked, Francine now lowers her cunt to meet her husband's outstretched tongue. His tongue laps at the moisture on her pussy hairs before snaking into her cunt. The licking goes on for almost 15 minutes before Francine finally rises from her husband's face. "Your cock is hard again," she mentions the obvious to Tim. "Lets get you into the bottle some more." Both now standing, Francine walks behind her husband, reaches around him with her right hand and begins stroking at her husband's cock, her left hand alternating between rubbing her clit and sliding across her husband's lips, thus giving him more to taste of her. Sam is watching, smiling, as Tim's wife jerks her husband off into the big bottle. Tim shoots another load of his cum into the bottle in minutes. Francine squeezes his cock over the wide neck, making sure all of his cum is fed to the bottle... "The bottle is something new," I say to a well-satisfied Francine after she's dressed, Sam's departed.. "Yes. My idea," she says to me. "I collect my husband's cum in there. All of it. Every day. When he's not jerking off into it while watching me get fucked by Sam, I'll have him jerk off into the bottle as I'm telling him how much I enjoy Sam's black cock feeding me cum. I have Tim drain his cum in that bottle at least three times a day. That's my 'cum bottle', where I keep all my husband's manhood. It's on display in the living room cabinet. For any body to see, appreciate and enjoy." I look close at the bottle, notice that it has a very long way to go before being filled. "What are you going to do when it's filled?" I ask her. Sealing the green bottle tightly, taking it back to the lighted display case in their living room, Francine says over her shoulder to me: "When this bottle is full of my husband's cum, which is his very manhood, his maleness, his sacrifice to my pleasure, I'm going to have him empty it into our toilet and flush. Then have him start filling it again, of course!" she giggles. "What a unique and refreshing idea," I say to her. "I'll put it in my next column. Maybe other couples into the lifestyle will take off with it." "Yes," she says. "Every white couple should have a cum bottle on display in their living room...so visitors can ask about it, then learn more about the lifestyle. The on-display cum bottle gives us who are already into the lifestyle an opportunity to open a discussion on it to visitors." The Black Into White lifestyle, she's talking about... Questions? Something to share about the lifestyle? Personal experiences? Need advice on how to begin? A white couple seeking that first black cock for the wife/girlfriend? A black man seeking that special white wife or girlfriend to fuck? Email us.
Astony	Wednesday 23 January 2008 At 10:42 Bound And Determined We had gotten to the part that really made me raging hot. He just sat on the couch and stared at me, his ice blue eyes appraising, examining. I felt like those eyes could strip the skin from me and see into my internal organs. My wrists were tied together and attached to the hook in the ceiling. My ankles were fastened to a spreader bar. He'd put nipple clamps on my hard nipples, then attached weights. I looked down. My nipples were dragged down, and as I shifted the weights swung, sending knives of the most glorious pain through my tits and down to my clit. If I made a sound, he'd gag me, so I kept my mouth clamped shut. The clamps on my pussy lips were weighted, too, holding me open and releasing a flood of hot juice all over my thighs. He flicked the whip appraisingly in his hands. My clit throbbed to look at it. It was his favorite whip, his "special one," that had a hard, rough handle. He did special things with the handle. He stood, almost casually, and dropped his robe. His huge cock was hard...very hard. He had his little leather straps on, so it was going to stay hard. I swallowed the moan just in time. His hand moved quickly, and the whip lashed across my thighs. My whole body twitched, and I was rewarded by the bouncing of all the weights. When he used the whip, I was supposed to moan...he said he wanted to hear my pain. I fought to stay silent as long as I could as he whipped me, going from my thighs to my belly to my tits. Finally, the delicious agony took over and I started to howl. He walked behind me and laced my thighs and my back...then settled down to whip my ass into purple stripes. I don't even know how many times I came. It seemed like one long explosive orgasm that kept replaying like a tape loop. I shuddered, weights bouncing, and swung free from the hook, my body collapsing. He gave a satisfied grunt, and electricity shot through me. He was very, very please. He got close behind me, his fingertips moving gently over my hot, red skin, feeling the silky effects of his beating. He grunted again and my back arched with incredible pleasure. The whip handle poked between my legs and he shoved it into my open, wet pussy. He fucked me with it...slamming his fist into my lips as he drove the shaft home. "Cunt whore," he said in his soft voice. "Be my cunt whore." I moaned happily. "Fuck my hot cunt. I'm your whore. Your slut. I want to be a bitch for you. Make me your bitch and fuck me like the cunt whore I am." He fucked me until the handle of the whip was slick with my juices, then yanked it out of me, giving me a shove in the middle of the back so that I swung free, shot through with the pain of the swaying weights. He grabbed a fistful of my hair to steady me, then poked the whip handle into the crack of my ass. He found the hole exactly, and thrust hard. I screamed as the whip handle tore its way into my ass. He pistoned in and out of my hole, making my entire body shake from the force. It was exquisite, and my involuntary screams made precum spurt from the end of his cock. I could feel it hit my thigh, and it was like a drug. Finally, he shoved hard and left the whip in my ass. I clenched my ass muscles tight to hold my new tail. He walked around me, silently, the cold eyes examining me. He nodded briefly, then untied me from my bonds. I went to me knees hard, still holding my tail in and licked his feet, moaning my gratitude. He was very, very pleased with me, because he let me lick his feet longer than he usually does. I slid my tongue all over his foot, licking the instep, and sliding it between all of his toes, then dried it with my hair. I gave the same devoted treatment to his other foot, then put my forehead down on the floor. He poured himself a glass of wine, then sat on the couch. "Wine, pet?" he said pleasantly. I groaned but didn't move.. "Oh, thank you, Master. Please may I have some wine." I heard the gentle clink of the bottle against my bowl, and the glugging sound of the wine. He snapped his fingers, and I raised my head. As always, I admired the bowl. It was an antique, solid silver, that he'd purchased for me at an auction. I knew it was very, very expensive. He had given one of his rare smiles as he presented it to me. "Fit for my pet," he'd said softly, stroking my hair. "Fit for my wonderful pet." I crawled to the bowl, remembersing to keep my ass muscles clenched around the handle of the whip, the lowered my lips to kiss the rim of the bowl. I held that position until he snapped his fingers again. Then I lowered my mouth into the bowl and lapped lustily at the fine wine. It was delicious, and so soothing. The finger snap came again, and I froze in position. He grunted his satisfaction, then snapped again. I drained the bowl and licked it clean. He had me stand on all fours as he adjusted my clamps and weights, then attached a very small toy wagon to the end of the whip. He put a folded cloth in the wagon, and set a full wineglass on it. He sat down again, in silence, and regarded me. I trembled with excitement, but tried not to let it show. I loved his eyes on me. The eyes looked only at me, feasting on my submission. I almost came just kneeling there. Finally, he nodded, and I began to crawl. I had to crawl around the living room, in big circles, without dropping my tail or spilling the wine. To do it correctly brought the most wonderful of rewards. To drop the whip or spill the wine would bring the most inventive of punishments. Not once had I been rewarded for this, but each time I did it I was shot through with certainty that this would be the time, and I would be given the best of all rewards. I crawled in silence, listening to the sound of the wagon rolling along the carpet, not really feeling the pain from the swaying weights, or the ache from clenching my ass muscles so tightly. I lost track of how many times he made me circle the room...then went still at the finger snap. I closed my eyes as he got up and checked my tail and the wineglass. To my delight, I heard his grunt of satisfaction. Tears squeezed out between my eyelids and coursed down my cheeks. I had done it! I'd pleased him! I felt the wineglass touch my lips. "Drink, my pet," he said softly. "You have done well." I sipped with wine with tears of gratitude still flowing freely. He stroked my hair with a half smile. "How I've waited," he whispered, "for you to earn this. How I have waited." He dragged the boards out from under the couch. One went under my upper back, and my arms were fastened to it. They were tied down, straight out from the shoulders. The other board held my legs open, my knees bent. This board was attached to the clamps on my pussy. If I tried to straighten my legs, the chain pulled savagely at my lips. He stood over me, then reached down suddenly and removed the clamps from my nipples. Even knowing that it was coming didn't control the agony that shot through my tits. My back arched as I screamed in horrible pain, trying desperately to prevent my legs from kicking out and shredding my cunt. The pain seemed endless, but even through it all I could feel his eyes on me, feasting on me, and knew that he wore his half-smile and fingered his cock. Finally, I felt the soothing ice pressed against my nipples. Eventually, the agony eased to a dull and satisfying ache. I opened my eyes, and he gently wiped my tears. "My precious pet," he whispered. I smiled at him, feeling as if I was glowing. "My Master," I said, my voice full of emotion. "Yes," he said, nodding seriously. "Your Master." He wiped my pussy clean with a wet cloth, dipping the cloth down to cleanse my asshole. Then he took a piece of white satin and wiped my lips tenderly. He mounted my face and lowered his cock to me. I lay still, forcing patience on myself. "You have earned this, my sweet pet," he said. "Enjoy your reward." I opened my mouth and slid it over the end of his cock. My greedy mouth sucked at him, my tongue sliding over every inch of him. He was the most wonderful thing I'd ever tasted. My tongue slid over every glorious inch of him, sucking him deep...then DEEPER into my mouth. He loved to fuck my throat and I wanted every inch of him inside me. His hips started to move as his cock descended into my licking, sucking mouth. "Mine," he said matter-of-factly. "Mine to use. Mine for pleasure. Mine for pain." His hips moved faster as he fucked my mouth harder and deeper, huge swollen cockhead taking my throat. I opened myself up to him. I felt his mouth on my shaved cunt and came immediately. He bit gently on the tattoo on my slick skin...his initials in a heart. He used an expert tongue to make me climax again and again as his rod pistoned in my mouth. Finally, he clamped on to my clit and sucked it fiercely, using tongue and teeth to increase the sensation to almost unbearable levels. I exploded, my muffled scream vibrating his cock...and he gave one final deep thrust and emptied his cum straight down my throat. He came for a long time, his body shuddering over me. "Yes, pet," he breathed. "Oh, yes. Perfect." He'd bathe and pamper me now, and I'd get a much needed rest. Then I'd think of nothing but what my reward would be for this!
Astony	Wednesday 23 January 2008 At 10:43 Bruce in Maine The Village People had just released their soon-to-be hit YMCA, feminism was pro-sex, the Dodge Dart Swinger was the car to drive, Disco played everywhere, even in the small towns in Northern Maine, one of which was mine. Early seventies... I was 21 there and then. She was 27. He was 18. Sue and I had been married for three years. She was a black woman of 5'11", 123 pounds, long, straightened hair and absolute beauty in body, face and walk. I was 5'6", well shorter than Sue, and so white from the genes of my Scandinavian parents and the Northern Maine climate that people used to say to me, even in that bitter zone, that I should "get some sun." Despite the Northern location of our home, the people of the small Maine town never really accepted the union between Sue and me. "Jim, why?" the two words usually offered to me by the town's people, regarding my marriage to the black woman. "Why not?" my was my typical response. Then came Bruce, a 6'4" hulk of a black guy who moved to our town when the company employing his foster father opened an office in the area. The only black guy in town moved in right next door to the only black woman in the same town. Next door to Sue and me. Bruce, at 18, was sexually primed for action--every guy that age is. But where to find the action in that prejudiced, closed town? Next door, of course. With us. "You know, a guy Bruce's age really needs relief, needs to find sexual satisfaction," Sue said to me. "And you know what this place is for a black person, especially a man." We agreed, Sue and me: Bruce would fuck her whenever he wished. And I would watch. The black cock of Bruce was longer and wider than mine. I watched as his massive rod slid in and out of the cunt of my wife, she flat on her back on the rug of our living room floor, her legs spread wide and held high by the strong arms of Bruce. His cock was shiny from the juice of my wife's pleasure. His ass, firm, pleasant to watch, as it went up and down in sync. with the thrusts of his cock into my wife. I watched Sue's face as the cock slammed deep inside her: Her eyes were half closed, head rolling side-to-side, her lips in a tight smile. She moaned softly. She LOVED this fucking she was getting. I looked to Bruce: I noticed that his cock seemed strangely attractive to me. I envied Sue, the fucking she was getting from Bruce! I liked the dark color of his cock as it exited Sue's cunt, the way it shined with pleasure, the length and width of it is so fascinated me that I asked Sue, "Doesn't it feel GREAT in you?" She only moaned back at me, though. Bruce had his head turned towards me, I then saw. He was looking straight into my eyes as he fucked my wife, a strange smile on his face. "Why does he look at me while fucking Sue?" I wondered. Because he wants to fuck me, I found out a short time later. Sue, leaving to do some shopping after the great fucking she got, said to Bruce and me, "Why don't you guys get better acquainted?" Bruce was sitting on the sofa, still naked, his legs spread wide, his cock, though flaccid then, still at least six inches long. I stared at his cock, the way it hung straight, its uncircumcised head touching the sofa. His balls were huge. His legs, powerful and beautiful. He was a black Greek god, I thought to myself. I couldn't take my eyes away from his cock for long, though. "You like it?" Bruce finally said to me, noticing me continuing to stare at his cock. "My cock, I mean?" It took me sometime to answer, never having said such a thing before, but, finally, I said, "Yes, I like it." "Come sit next to it than, " Bruce said. I sat on the sofa next to him. "Feel it," he said to me. I grasped his cock with my right hand, massaging at it slightly. The cock harden almost at once. I stroked at it some more. It grew to its full ten inches. "Wouldn't you like to taste it?" Bruce said to me in a commanding but understanding voice. "I've never had a man's cock in my hand before," I said to Bruce while still staring at the cock, massaging it with my right hand. I noticed how pale my Anglo hand seemed as it encircled the black cock. "I love touching it. Yes, I WANT to taste it, though." Bruce, smiling but saying nothing, took his left hand, guided my head down to his cock. I opened my mouth as wide as possible to receive the black cock. Bruce slid his cock into my mouth. I closed my lips over it and licked at the head of the cock with my tongue. Only about four inches of cock was in my mouth but it felt like much more. I knelt on the floor in front of Bruce, as if worshipping his cock; he slid forward on the coach. I began moving my head up and down on the cock, trying to imitate what little I knew of the proper way to suck a man's cock. "Use your lips, your tongue on it; not your teeth," Bruce informed me. I closed my lips tighter on his cock, making sure not to allow my teeth to connect with, to harm his beautiful black rod, and licked the four inches of it that was in my mouth. With my left hand holding his balls, my right hand around the base of the cock's shaft, I managed to get another two inches of him into my mouth. I pumped my head at a rapid pace then. Six inches of young black cock slid down my throat and fed this new need of mine. I LOVED this. The taste of the cock, the color and shape of it. I stuffed more of the cock in me, pumped my face into it. "Ahhhh, that's better," said Bruce. He pushed me back, away from the sofa. His cock was still in my mouth as he then stood up. I was kneeling before this beautiful black man as he stood up, his cock still deep inside my mouth. I was glad that I had not lost the taste of him for even that brief moment. Bruce began pumping into me then, ramming his cock further down my throat. Grabbing, pulling forward on my head with each stroke of his cock into my mouth. I managed to get almost all of him in my mouth then. I put both my arms around his ass and pulled him into me even further. I was amazed that I could suck nine inches of cock without gagging. Kneeling before this black man, his cock feeding me with rapid thrusts, my arms around his ass, I realized that this was not destined to be a one-time thing. The face fucking of me by Bruce must have gone on for at least 15 minutes before I tasted my first male cum. "Ohhhhh," was the only noise Bruce made before his cock exploded inside my mouth. Each stroke of his cock pumped whiteness into my mouth. Twenty, thirty cum-pumping strokes of his cock fed me with what felt like a half-cup of cum. The TASTE!! I never though a man's cum could be so wonderful!! Strong, salty but with the unmistakable flavor of pure maleness!! Some of the cum, despite my valiant attempts to swallow all of it, dribbled out of the corners of my mouth, down my chin. "What would Sue think of me?" I wondered, "If she came home right now and saw me kneeling in front of this black man, him standing, my arms around his ass, pulling him into my face, his cock pumping cum into my mouth?" Would she understand if she came home right at this moment and saw me on my knees before Bruce, his cum oozing out of the corners of my mouth? Bruce disrupted that thought of mine by saying, "OK, that works for now." He then slid his cock out of my mouth. I noticed that his cock, at that point out of me and about a foot from my mouth, was still oozing a little cum. I reached over and squeezed the length of the cock, from base of shaft to its head. A bit more cum was forced out. I crawled forward and licked the cum off the head of his cock. "You like cock now, don't you?" Bruce questioned me, as I remained on my knees in front of him. "No," I said. "I LOVE cock now!!!" Bruce laughed. "First time?" "Yes, first time," I responded. "Then let me show you something else you can do." Bruce stepped forward, pushed me down. I realized he wanted me on my back on the floor. I complied. He placed his legs wide on either side of my head, got to his knees, lowered himself to my face. His large balls dangled only inches above my mouth. "Put them in your mouth, suck on them--carefully. Taste the sweat there. Lick that sweat off." I raised my head slightly; his balls were so big that one alone filled my mouth. I licked--very carefully--at each, my tongue, indeed, tasting the sweet sweat there. This male sweat from his balls was another pleasure I was not expecting. I licked and sucked at his balls for over ten more minutes. "Now what would Sue think," I wondered again, still licking and sucking, "if she walked in right now and saw me on the floor, Bruce straddling my face, dipping his huge balls into my mouth, one at a time, me licking, sucking, swallowing the sweat off them, sweat produced by his earlier face-fucking of me?" I wouldn't care WHAT she thought, I finally decided. I wouldn't even stop the action for her. I would just go on licking and sucking. Nothing could top or stop this now. By then, though, Bruce was satisfied that I had thoroughly cleaned his balls with my tongue. "That's enough for now," he said to me as he stood up. "You can get off the floor." I got up and sat on the sofa. Bruce sat next to me, preferring to remain naked. We talked for about an hour, Bruce explaining to me that he liked to fuck men as much as he does women but does not "reciprocate," as far as men go. "I enjoy plugging a man's mouth--especially white men--with my cock but don't take cock myself," Bruce said to me, he still on the sofa and naked, me still fully dressed. "I like it when the men worship my body like you have, too--the sucking, licking of a pink tongue on my black balls and cock." He speaking in that way caused my own puny-and-ugly-when-compared-to-his cock to nearly burst through my pants. It was harder then than it was when his cock was in my mouth. I ignored the pressure in my pants, though. I knew it was there only as a sign that Bruce should be as satisfied as possible by my tongue. My cock was telling me that my tongue had more work to do. I bent over and started licking Bruce between his legs, holding his balls away from the area of his legs that they rested on so I could taste more of him there. The taste of him there was different than the taste of his cock, cum or balls. A new but different male taste thrilled my tongue. I continued licking at him there while he went on explaining how he enjoyed pumping his cum into a white man's mouth; how he preferred fucking black women over white women. His cock was soon getting hard again, whether from my tongue working between his legs or the one-sided conversation he held that spoke of his preference for a white man's mouth and a black woman's cunt, not really of concern to me at the time. I was only happy that his beautiful dark rod was hard again. "Stand," he finally said to me, his cock then at full staff again. I got to my feet. Bruce stood too, facing, towering over me, his cock sticking straight out. He started rubbing his hands up and down my ass. An electric thrill traveled down my ass, right into my own cock. I realized Bruce's hands feeling up my ass was a new pleasure. Strong, big, dark hands...grabbing my white ass--hard. It felt so GOOD!!! "Are you a cherry there, too?" he asked me, referring to my ass. "Yes," I replied. "I've never been fucked in the ass, either." "We'll take care of that problem." Bruce unbuckled my belt, dropping my pants to the floor. "Over there," he said, pointing at our kitchen table. I stepped out of my pants, walked over to the table, dropped my underwear, kicked them away. "Lean over the table, spread your legs wide," Bruce instructed me. The left side of my face was flat against the table, my legs wide, my small, tight white ass bare and waiting impatiently for his long, dark cock. "Relax, " Bruce said to me. "And my cock will be an easier fit...and you'll enjoy it even more." It was painful at first, when Bruce first slid his cock up my ass. I enjoyed the feel of the cock in me so much that the pain was a minor complication. It felt warm, so warm, that cock in my ass. "That's about half of me in you. Think you can take it all?" Bruce questioned me. "Please," I begged him, "fuck me with ALL of your cock. Drive it ALL up my ass." "OK," Bruce said, understanding my need. He began ramming his whole cock right up my ass, holding on to my hips for leverage. I was gripping the far side of the table, enjoying every bit of the cock in me even through the extreme pain it caused each time it was forced completely up my little, white, cherry ass. I was proud, though, that that first time I'd ever had a man's cock in my ass that I could take all of it. It felt so WONDERFUL to have my ass filled by that cock... I could see the clock on the wall from my position. It had been going on for over 15 minutes now, this ass fucking of me. Bruce fucked me slow for a few minutes, then sped up, ramming his cock into me with such force that I was pushed forward over the table. No pain, anymore, though; just pleasure as the cock seemed to reach almost to my belly. This time Sue really DID walk in on us. I was bent over the table, taking all of Bruce's cock up my ass as she entered the kitchen. Sue, in her red mini, standing there to my right so I could clearly see her, had no expression on her face, at first. Bruce continued to fuck me; I was thrusting my ass backwards to encourage him to not stop. "I guess we CAN share him," Sue finally said to me, obviously referring to Bruce. Sue smiled at me then, saying "He's only 18; he can satisfy both of us. I didn't know you LIKED cock, though, Jim." "I LOVE cock now," I managed to say. Bruce was still ramming his cock up my ass, me thrusting my little ass backwards in an attempt to get more of him inside me. "I like seeing you take it, too," Sue replied. "It turns me on, seeing that cock slide in and out of my husband's ass." "I sucked him off, too...licked his balls-everything," I admitted to Sue. Bruce began pumping his cock really fast up my ass then. My conversation with Sue had primed him for a climax far up inside me. "Ah. Ah. Ah. Ah," the only words from Bruce as he started pumping a load of cum far up my ass, as Sue watched, immensely enjoying the whole event. My ass sore from Bruce's cock, the taste of his cum still in my mouth, the scent of his balls still fresh to me, the warmth of his cum still felt deep, up inside me... The sight of Sue approving and watching me get fucked by the cock of Bruce... Far away, long ago, now...but still yesterday in my mind. Prejudice is less, these days, up there in Maine and elsewhere. But for me, the pleasure will likely never be more...
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Astony	Wednesday 23 January 2008 At 10:44 Bruise Man As a bouncer at a very popular, upscale nightclub in a warm city (Phoenix, Az), a good part of my job involves observation, since far more people want to enter the club than are allowed by local law. I must decide, by first impression alone, who is suitable to enter the establishment and who could be a potential source of trouble and must be turned away. Five years at this trade and club has given me a keen eye for the trouble makers and the most desirable women. By most desirable women, I'm not necessarily referring to the most beautiful women. I'm talking about women in the club line who have the best leg and thigh bruises. Those bruises, clearly visible on the women's legs-they usually always wearing mini-type skirts or shorts in this desert warmth--signify the very best fucks, you see. Which means these sex-bruised females ALWAYS get in my club. And for free! Understand, though, I'm talking passion prints here and not abuse. Bruises left by the gripping fingers of a man during hot, heavy sex; not hate marks. I mean, you see three or four blue or purple finger bruises on the outside of a woman's upper thigh and one blue or purple thumb bruise on the inside of the same thigh--her other leg a match-- and you know this woman has most likely recently been fucked hard while on her back, her legs folded far back to allow more cock into her cunt. She'll likely make sure her sex bruises are clearly visible while she's out in public. She's making a statement with that, you see: "I LIKE cock deep inside me. And I WANT the boys to KNOW that!" she's saying to anyone with sense enough to understand. If she's out in public alone, sex-bruises clearly visible, that's a good lady to buy a drink for... Those women with low bruises on their legs just above their knees have clearly had those legs wrapped close around a man's head, his hands gripping and pulling her cunt into his face as his tongue licks far up inside her. Lesbians? Oh, sure. They leave low leg bruises, but not so purple, they usually having less strength in their hands. Speaking of hand strength, you can tell how big/strong the guy that fucked the lady with the leg bruises was by checking the number and color of finger bruises: Light blue with but three finger prints means a wimpy guy or a lesbian (if the bruises are low); four prints means he had enough strength in his little finger to leave a mark; dark blue to deep purple shows power of grip, those man. Here's a tougher one: ankle bruises on women: What this means is that if one sees matching bruises on both ankles of a woman, a boyfriend or husband likely held her legs apart as another man fucked her, the husband holding apart and high his wife's legs...another man between those legs fucking the hell out of her...her husband's hands gripping tighter and tighter her ankles as his excitement rose in watching another man's cock ram up his wife's cunt...producing deep bruises on her ankles in the process... Hey, I know my leg bruises!! I could go on for hours on the subject. Know what one bruise on the calf of a woman's right leg and one bruise on the ankle of her left leg means? Fine. Great. Email/fax me the answer. You'll get in the club free if it's correct. Here's another one: How about a woman with large blue palm outline bruises on both sides of her inner upper legs? That would be from a black man fucking a white woman in the ass as she was bent over and bracing her hands on a sink as he drove 10 inches of prime meat fully inside her ass, his hands on the inside of her thighs and pressing hard to support her but leaving her ass free to thrust itself back at him. OK. That was me. But I would have recognized the marks anyway. How would I have known it was a black man's cock feeding the white woman's ass otherwise? Simple: A white man fucking a white woman in the ass will virtually always grip the woman around the waist and pull her to him. A black guy fucking a white woman in the ass wants her to show how much she adores that black cock in her by allowing her the freedom of shoving her ass back into his cock, which she almost always does, of course. Different strokes, you know... Longer ones, too, if you're a black dude. "Ah, size doesn't matter," the white guys always say. Doesn't matter to who, though? Matters to their wives, from what the wives tell me. "God! So big! So thick! Fuck me deep! Hard! Stick that beautiful black cock in me!! PLEASEEEE!!!" is what I hear from married white women who're taking my cock up their cunts, in their asses, sucking me dry with their lips and tongues. Yesterday, this gorgeous blue-eyed blonde and her husband were waiting in the line at the club when I noticed the ankle bruises on her. Yup. Her husband was into watching and helping her get fucked by black dudes, since she also had the tell-tale hand prints on the insides of her legs. This was a woman who wanted black cock with a husband who not only liked to watch her get fucked but wished to help out by holding his wife's legs wide so the black dude could stand between her legs and shove his cock deep inside that high-income cunt. I roped the entrance and escorted the couple right inside, sat them at a great table, she staring at the bulge between my legs, he staring at her staring at my hardness for the entire walk. Both of them wanted my cock in her...and as quickly as possible. "My, you look like a big guy," the athletically-inclined, very thin blonde said to me, referring to my cock but addressing my height, she sitting at the table eye-level to my prick, which was only inches from her face. "Yes, six foot four," my 'coe' reply. The twenty-something woman went on for about five minutes explaining how her best employees were African-Americans before I interrupted her with, "Lady, I KNOW what you and your husband (they wearing matching wedding rings) REALLY want, and it's hanging here between my legs, only two inches from your face now. Right?" "God, yes," she said, he smiling. "Follow me," I told them, explaining while leading them to the employee restroom that I had the entrance roped and couldn't be away too long. You gotta jump to the chase with this kind of Anglo couple or they'll bend your ear for hours with how many black friends, loyal employees they have before getting around to discussing your black dick, which is the real reason they're talking to you in the first place. Anyway, I showed the blonde and her hubby into the employees restroom and what did we see? A stunning black woman bent forward over the sink offering up her ass for an Italian guy's tongue, he on his knees, his tongue far up her hole. The black woman smiled at the three of us; the Italian guy wasn't distracted in the least, his tongue making slurping noises as it slid around her asshole. "Hi, June," I said to the black beauty. "Hi, Honey," she replied to me. "It's OK," I said to the blonde and her CEO husband. "That's June, my wife. She likes Italian tongue licking at and in her ass. I have no idea why it has to be Italian tongue...something to do with garlic, maybe. I don't mind, since tongue in her ass is all she allows from other guys. She wants dick up there, she comes to me only." The high-income white couple said nothing; the Italian guy curled his tongue up and shoved it far up June's ass; I slipped the blonde's mini and panties off; her husband started playing with his cock; everything was just fine... I guided the naked-from-the-waist-down blonde over to a low table I placed in the restroom when I first started here. I must have fucked 500 white women on that table in my five years at the club. Without a word, the blonde laid on her back on the table, her cunt to its edge, her legs dangling. Her husband grabbed her by the ankles and held her legs apart and high (Do I KNOW my bruises?!). I ducked under her legs and took out my prick for his and her inspection. They both smiled as I moved in and shoved it deep up her cunt on the first stroke. I fucked her hard, fast and without mercy--just the way they all like it. I came in her as she was moaning in climax. I withdrew my prick after I was sure all my cum got inside her. I noticed that a little cum remained on the tip of my cock and wiped it clean on her pussy hairs. "I have to go back front for a few minutes," I told the husband, "but will be back shortly to face fuck your wife. Why don't you lick out your wife's cunt while you wait?" I suggested, knowing that was his plan anyway. I always wondered why these husbands don't just forget the middleman and suck my dick themselves, rather than lick my cum out of their wife's cunt. I returned ten minutes later to see the husband still poking his tongue up his wife's cunt and the Italian guy still slurping at June's ass. "I have a few minutes now," I told the white couple. "You can suck my cock, now," I informed the blonde. As the long blonde hair fell around my cock, she on her knees before me, my dick eight inches down her throat, I said to her husband, "Now's the time for you to jerk off." Jim, my boss walked in the restroom, then. Followed by his wife, Barb. The boss and his wife took in the whole scene--me face fucking the blonde while her husband was jerking himself off; the Italian guy with his tongue still up June's ass. "I guess not today," my Ukrainian boss said in a despairing voice. A disappointing "ah", the only sound from his wife, a Ukrainian also. As I was cumming in the mouth of the blonde, she swallowing greedily, I replied in between bursts of cum being pumped into the blonde's mouth, "Maybe...later...tonight...I...can...take...care...of...Barb..." Hey, speaking of Ukrainian women, OK, here's one more: Why do a lot of Ukrainian women have a sex bruise on the top of their left foot and a similar sex bruise behind their right knee?
Astony	Wednesday 23 January 2008 At 10:45 Carmen's Crave There are three important goals that a man with a foot and leg desire-some call it a fetish--should strive to attain: First, endeavor to reside in a warm area, since warmth virtually guarantees a year-round view of legs left exposed by shorts and mini skirts (thus you can see what's out there) and warm weather women are 'hotter,' overall, than cold-city females; second, operate or own a fitness center/club, because the women who patronize such establishments are almost universally there to create a body which men will worship, the women being more inspired towards perfection in areas warm enough to show off their accomplishments, naturally. Female fitness center clientele are very open to being approached for leg and foot worship, in particular, I've known since high school, the women refining themselves, in many cases, for just such occasions. These women truly desire to be the object of a man's adoration but do not wish to be exposed to infections or pregnancy or anything else that may deform, mishap or pollute their perfect bodies (which they are in love with themselves), so accept leg/foot worship to be the safest, most desirable (and fitting) sex available to them and respond positively, in most cases, to the suggestion by a man that he would like to lick, taste, worship her legs and feet and nothing more; the third goal would be for the leg/foot man to marry an understanding woman, one who accepts and encourages his lower-body-female involvement lifestyle, so he can get on with the rest of life... I live in a warm Southwestern state, operate a fitness center, where I met my understanding wife... I first met Carmen, 22, a Mexican American/Irish woman with long, deep black slightly curly hair, full sensuous lips, shape, glow-in-the-dark, green eyes, a 5'2" , 95 pound figure that would stun a man with its perfect dimensions, when she came into my fitness club to purchase a 6 months membersship. "I need to keep in shape," her simple words to me. "How much for six months?" She had on a pair of stretch shorts, legs visible almost to crotch. She must have recognized my particular need right off, as she immediately began licking her fingers and rubbing the moisture from them onto her legs. "Always free the first month," I lied, my eyes intent on her licking, rubbing. "No sign-up required," another outright lie. Kicking her shoes off, "Let's see what you've got, " she speaking in a serious tone, fully realizing my eyes focused on her legs, feet the whole time. On the stair stepper she was magnificent in her black stretch shorts, white sweat shirt, bare feet, each pace tightening and strengthening the muscles in her legs...and producing great quantities of sweat that trickled down her brown thighs, calves, her sweat shirt soaking up the moisture from her upper body, her face not even damp from the exaction. From the stepper, she asked for a towel: "Hot, I'm sweating bullets; need a towel for my legs," she directed me. Boldness and knowledge (warm area, fitness center) showing, I said to her, "Can my tongue be the towel that comforts and soothes your legs?" It was very early and we were alone, so no real risk in asking was involved, admittedly... "I KNEW you were a leg man," she laughed. "I can recognize them right away." No surprise to me, considering climate, establishment. Coming to a slow halt on the machine, she asked "Tongue, feet, legs, nothing more?" (She rightly assumed 'feet' and 'nothing more' were included in the proposed adventure, as well.). "Nothing more." "Where?" "I have a back room," my hard cock visibly shoving my stretch pants to one side. Carmen sat on a high-backed wooden chair, her legs spread wide, the sweat starting to drip off them onto the floor. On my knees in an instant, I began high on her right leg, licking each sweet drop of sweat off her upper leg, running my tongue down to her ankles, repeating the process over and over, in a hurry, fearing that I'd lose a drop of her juice to gravity and the floor. Quickly onto the left leg, again from the top down. Me raising her legs high in the air, one at a time, so I could lick the moisture, taste the tan feminine beauty that waited along the back of each of her legs. Thirty minutes of frantic licking, tasting, swallowing the sweetness of her legs...before I slowed down considerably, grasped that I'd gotten most of her inside me... "Not tired of tasting me, are you?" Carmen inquired, concerned that I was stopping my worship of her legs completely. "I like the feel of your tongue on my legs, the way it laps up all my sweat. I almost had an orgasm when you ran your tongue over the back of my right leg, behind my knee. The way you held my brown leg with your white hands--like it was an object of your worship--ran your tongue over the erotic zone behind my knee..." I answered her by lifting her right foot to my mouth. I licked at the sole of her right foot, snaking my tongue between each toe. I found a bitter but feminine taste between each of her toes--more pleasing than the taste of cunt juice. More worthy of worship, too. I licked her other foot to perfection. I swallowed everything I found on her, rubbing the soles of each of her feet across my face, pressing them deep into both sides of my face, hoping that the taste and wonderful aroma of her feet would remain with me for a long time. Another hour of leg and foot worship of the delicious, brown-all-over Carmen went by before she made a suggestion. "I need to go urinate," she said. "My former leg slave liked for some of my piss to leak down my legs, so he could lick it off. Would you enjoy that, licking my piss off each of my legs?" Drooling at the thought, I said "Yes. Yes. Let me lick your piss off your legs." Carmen didn't stay long in the lady's room. Less than five minutes later she was back in the wooded chair, her legs dripping piss, the crotch on the shorts she was wearing soaked. She just smiled at me as I started high on her right leg again, my tongue alive with the taste of this new juice from her. I realized she didn't waste much of her sweet yellow juice on the toilet, saving almost all of it for my mouth. I thanked her for the treat by making sure I got every drop of her inside my mouth, worshipping and washing, with my tongue, her toes once more in the process, pressing the soles of each of her feet into the flesh of my face once again. Two hours of licking and drinking of this brown woman that just this early morning came into my center and I was not satisfied, though my tongue was sore from stretching to get the most from each lick of her and my mouth strong with the taste of her leg sweat, piss, feet and toes. My face had the pleasant and sexual odor of Carmen's feet driven into its pores. I will not wash my face for a week, I said to Carmen. "You're really a great foot slave," she responded, still sitting in the high-back wooden chair. I think she looks like a queen sitting there on that throne-type chair. "I'm glad I came into your center." She lifted herself from the chair then, stood directly before me, me still kneeling on the floor before her. Looking down on me, her unworthy slave, she said, "I crave something. I like to have a man cum on my feet, then have him lick it all off. It's a craving I have. I NEED to see a man lick his own fresh cum off of my feet. OK?" I on my knees, dropped my sweat pants and shorts to the floor. Carmen stepped forward, her right foot directly under my swollen prick. I jerked on my cock as fast and as hard as I could, not wishing to make Carmen wait long. In a very short time, a huge load of cum fell on the top of her right foot, some of the cum missing and hitting the floor beside the foot. I immediately began licking the cum off the top of her foot, from between her toes, where it had seeped. Sneaking a peek up at her, I saw she was in ecstasy: Her eyes half closed but watching me lick at her, two fingers of her right hand slowly at work between her legs, mouth wide open, a faint feminine moan escaping her. She was quietly cumming from seeing me lick my own cum off of her feet. I loved it all... "That was GREAT!!" she finally said after I stopped loving at her for a moment. "But you forgot some." Still standing during all this, she stepped on the cum that had missed her foot and fallen on the floor. She sat down again, the bottom of her right foot inches from my face and sticky with my own cum. I licked the cum off the sole of her foot, she moaning with pleasure again. Finished with licking the cum off her right foot, still on my knees before her, she seated on the throne chair, I asked her what else a good foot slave could do for her: "Milk yourself onto my other foot, of course," her words. Carmen wanted me to jerk off on her left foot, suck, lick the cum off of it too. She pushed her left foot towards me, waiting. I realized her demand had stiffened my cock again already. In less than three minutes, I stroked another load of cum onto her left foot, spread it around with my fingers and began licking her left foot clean. My tongue burned with the strong taste of my own cum as its pinkness slid across her foot, between each of her toes. As soon my tongue had collected all of the cum and I had swallowed it, the true taste of Carmen began returning, though. This pure and powerful, totally feminine sweetness that can only be savored by a tongue caressing the most sexually alive and giving area of a woman-her legs and feet--surpassed the flavor of the most expensive wine I had ever experienced. Carmen was deep into orgasm as I was finishing up with her left foot. Moaning and squirming. Two fingers on her right hand fast at work between her legs this time. Then she suddenly stood up again, dropped her shorts and panties to mid-calf, allowing a stream of feminine cum juice to slowly trickle down both of her legs. The largest amount of female juice I'd ever seen from an orgasm. I slid her panties and shorts to the floor; she stepped out of them. I licked her cum juice off both of her legs before the female nectar had gone beyond her knees... She rewarded me by demanding that I lay flat on the floor, face up. I complied, my shorts still to my ankles, my cock now flaccid from being milked twice, my mouth wonderfully still alive with the tastes of her cum, her piss, her sweat, her feet, her legs. My face maintaining the strong sensual aroma of her feet. Still naked, Carmen, in a soft, truly sexually satisfied voice, said "I'd like to walk on my new slave. To press the essence of my feet into every pore of his body." I didn't have to respond; she knew I wanted the same thing. Carmen, brown body naked, started by placing both of her feet on my own feet, bending them painfully but pleasantly, satisfyingly backwards; she then walked slowly up the calves of my legs, shifting her weight from one of my calves to the other, pressing her feet thoroughly into my muscles; up to my thighs, then, again pressing her feet deeply into my muscles, shifting her weight. She reached the area of my cock at that point. "I want your cock, your balls to be seeded with the essence of my feet; that's very important to me," Carmen explained as she told me to sit up. I sat up immediately, my legs still flat along the floor. Carmen put her tan right foot between my legs, moved it forward to rest on top of my cock. Her brown right foot now covered my pale white cock. She then drove the full weight of her body into my cock. It was so painful I wanted to scream. But it was so pleasant my cock started to harden again, which caused even more pain...and hardness. Carmen again and again drove all of her weight into her foot where it covered my cock. She was, actually, trampling my cock. I LOVED it...even when she placed the heel of her foot on the head of my cock and put all her weight on it... Satisfied that my cock was impregnated with the essence of her right foot, Carmen finally removed the foot from my cock...and placed her left foot over my balls. Again the painfulness as she put all her weight on my balls. Extreme, exhilarating pain...but potent pleasure as well. I noticed from the smile on her face that she enjoyed this as much as me--maybe even more... Flat on my back again, Carmen went on to pace all over the trunk of my body, planting the aroma, the "seed" of her feet into each pore of the front of my body. Up to my head, where she pressed her feet into my face, stuck each of her slender, small feet into my mouth. I tried to take as much of each of Carmen's feet completely into my mouth as possible, wanting the taste of her to stay with me forever. I managed to get each of her feet, up to her ankles almost, into my mouth. She pushed--hard--each of her feet, one at a time, as deeply inside my mouth as possible, kept each one there until she was satisfied my mouth had absorbed as much an essence from each foot as possible. She wished for me to remembers and desire the taste of her feet long after she had left the fitness center. The sensation, the taste of her was terrific!! She instructed me to turn over, finished by pacing my back, down my ass, along my legs, again driving herself into each pore of my body... I had, of course, licked clean many female legs, feet and toes before, living in a warm area, operating a fitness center, knowing what I know, but none could compare with Carmen. We were married three weeks later, 15 years ago. Carmen has never been 'fucked' by me in all that time. My cock has never been inside my wife. Carmen has never even touched my cock with her hands, in fact. Her only interest in my prick comes at milking time or when she tramples it into renewed hardness. My tongue has not licked nor tasted higher on Carmen than her upper thighs. Her cunt, her breasts are things to be worshipped from afar by me, both of us wishing it that way. I do not 'kiss' Carmen in the 'normal' sense: Carmen licks her fingers, rubs them on her legs--sometimes just spits on her legs; I then lick the moisture off her legs. That is how we 'kiss.' Twice a day, every day, on my knees before this goddess, I milk myself on her feet, lick it off. All of my cum--15 years of it--is recycled. I do not use mouthwash, of course, that the taste of her feet, piss, legs, sweat, the sweet female cum that dribbles down her legs from her many orgasms, stays inside and with me constantly. Every pore of me stays fresh with the aroma, essence of Carmen, her nightly strolls along my body assuring that... Her body remains perfect and pure, our marriage perfectly intact. We are equally sexually satisfied... Remembers: warm climate, fitness center...quite possibly...a brown-skinned woman... If you are a leg or foot man, that is...
Astony	Wednesday 23 January 2008 At 10:47 Corner Store Carol The little corner grocery store is empty when you come in, the bell over the door drawing no attention. She hurries from a back room, quickly looking you over in the process, gives you a seductive greened-eyed gaze, her eyes looking into yours but burning you between your legs. You can smell the feminine fire drifting out from under her tight little black skirt when she leans over the counter, holding your change in her right hand. Her softly-curled and black, shoulder-length hair is set in a 'I've just-had-terrific-sex' manner of unruliness that many people recognize as orgasmic-styled...where the long hair of a sensual woman becomes electrified through intense pleasure and seems to cling together in straight, tight strands. You hear from her the sounds of heavy breathing, the short gasps a signal that her strong legs had recently been forcefully responding to extreme pleasure. As her right hand drops the change unto your palm, you notice that her left hand is sticky and moist. She notices you staring at the stickiness and licks the substance off. Her mouth remains open, tongue slightly protruding, so you can see how it coats her tongue. She closes her mouth and swallows, her face the portrait of a woman who has just tasted her utmost desire. Her eyes plead with you; she wants to share with you how wonderful that stickiness tastes. She recognizes that you cannot share with her the taste of the pleasure-produced fluid that oozes down her throat, however. So she offers you some of herself, instead: Her right hand sliding under her skirt for a moment while she arranges items on the counter with her left, is swiftly withdrawn... dripping with feminine pleasure. It is the moisture of recent female climax, you realize. She picks up a small, plain, uncoated cookie from the counter with that hand, the juice from within her lovingly transferred to the cookie. She holds out the hand with the cookie, silently offering you the plain taste of it combined with the coating of her. You quickly accept the cookie, put it into your mouth. You feel so ALIVE from the pleasure you taste there. She smiles at you, knowing that she has shared with you the sweetness of the results of her recent coupling with another. The taste of her is so wonderful that you cannot move. She understands. She exits from behind the counter so that you may get a full view of her. She is about 5'3" and 100 pounds, perfectly-formed, hourglass, goddess-like figure...exquisite in every possible way that would make a woman sensual and beautiful. She is a female to be worshipped. She walks up to you now. Standing right before you, she pauses for a moment, looks to the direction of the restroom. She paces out the ten steps necessary to get there with the grace of one who has walked the platforms of beauty contests, her hips swaying in perfection, her tight rear craving to be adored by you. The fire between her legs the target for your tongue, it lashing out for the taste of this truly private part of her. You would accept any punishment to be in that position: on your knees, she facing you, your tongue exploring deeply and strong with the taste of her there. She is only a moment in the restroom. You, understanding her signal, walk past her and into the restroom yourself. The room is spotless, nothing out of place except the bright red panties you find there. The cotton crotch is wet, dripping...you find when you pick them up. They are the essence of the woman who has just left this tiny space, you fully comprehend; that is why you put them to your face and squeeze the dampness of them into every pore there. A few drops trickle onto your lips. Your tongue accepts them. You taste the saltiness of her. It is different than the climax-flavor of the cookie she gave you; this is the taste of her from much further within. The still-damp panties, her gift to you for understanding and accepting her need to wordlessly share her pleasure, are now worn by you, your own undergarment thrown into the trash by the sink. You leave the restroom, her panties seeping her dampness from between your legs. She is waiting four steps away, changing a sign from $3.99 to one that reads $3.85. The sign advertises a feminine product. She smiles at you as you walk past her once again. You smile in return and pretend to inspect a grocery product. You squeeze the melon in your hand, gently, pretending it is the breast of this woman who now reenters the restroom once more. How you would love to suck the milk from the breast of this woman, you think, still squeezing the melon. Less than a minute later, she exits the lavatory again. It is your turn again, you realize. This time a pair of nylons lay on the sink. They are sheer and seamless. No defects other than that they, like the red panties before them, are quite wet. This is the leg sweat of raw, lengthy sex, you know from experience. The type of action where a woman's legs are spread wide and held high in the air to allow entry, precision and endurance forming sweat on her legs, the sweat driven into the fabric of the nylons she had been wearing all through the event. You lick all the wetness off the nylons before you rub the aroma of her feet into your face with them. You watch yourself in the mirror as you carefully hide the nylons inside your purse. You notice how gorgeous you are, your image reflected in the full-length mirror; why men say you are such a beautiful woman. Of course, you HATE the men for telling you that... You would rather that men didn't talk to you at all, for that matter. You leave the restroom again...silently walk past the woman of your deepest desires, noticing that the name tag she wears on her blouse says Carol. You read in bold, block letters, the name of the little grocery store on the corner--CAROL & SUSAN'S--as your high heels slam the pavement in departing despair, each step taking you closer to home and impatiently-waiting, non-comprehending husband and son but understanding, tolerant, supporting daughters. You say to yourself, still enjoying the dampness of her seeping through her panties you now wear, its warmth trickling down your legs and exciting you still, "What a lucky woman Susan is." And, "If only the choice was truly mine."
Astony	Wednesday 23 January 2008 At 10:48 Creampuffs for Desert I didn't want to go to the party at all, but I had to. I hate "obligation parties." I talked my sort-of-boyfriend into going with me. He grumbled a lot about bosses who use their position to fill their guest list (he had one, too) so it was just a jolly couple who arrived at the door to the huge white house. We were greeted by a uniformed servitor who had an unidentifiable accent and no smile. Dan grumbled more, and I got a little snappy. We went into a big room filled with sparkling, chattering people and more food than I'd ever seen in one place. We ate, we drank, we drifted into the corner to observe. What we observed most was her. She didn't look real. Long, naturally platinum blonde hair. Heart shaped face. Enormous blue eyes. A full, pink mouth. Very fair skin. She was wearing some kind of lacy confection that made her look Old World. A sweet little princess with full tits, a tiny waist and long legs. How little a princess was impossible to tell. She could have been anywhere from drinking age to "touch it and go to prison." Dan and I both shifted position as we were standing to ease the discomfort from our aching crotches. He leaned close to my ear. "Split her with you," he whispered. I raised my glass to hide the chuckle. I'd finally admitted my desire to have a woman to him, and he took it very well. Little Miss Creampuff drifted over to our side of the room. Dan and I shamelessly eavesdropped and learned she was a college sophomore, the niece of our host, and in town for a visit with her aunt and uncle. She also didn't have a boyfriend. (Dan and I weren't the only crotches responding to Creampuff. Several men and one or two women were practically drooling on her and asked her all sorts of questions.) She smiled politely, spoke politely and moved off politely as rapidly as possible. Her room rotation eventually put her in front of us, where she began her nice "niece of the host" routine. I grinned at her. "Take a break," I said. "I don't want to be here, either. He's my boss, so I have to be. But we don't have to be little puppets all damn night, do we?" She grinned suddenly, and my heart leaped into my throat. Damn, she was beautiful. I heard Dan catch his breath, clear his throat, and adjust his suit jacket. Poor man. He couldn't hide it. I was in just as much physical pain looking at the Creampuff, but at least my crotch wasn't trying to leap out of my clothes. Or was it? Her name was Melissa, called Lissa for short. She was bright, eager and more than anything else she wanted out of that big room. The three of us ended up in her room. Rich uncle had a room ready for her visits. It had been ready since she was about twelve, from the looks of it. Pink and white lace on everything that hadn't managed to dive out of the way. We chattered...and I'm embarrassed to admit how long it took Dan and I to realize she was coming on to both of us. She looked so much like a pure, innocent child-woman. Lissa the Creampuff child-woman wanted to get it on. One minute I was staring at her wide-eyed, then next I was on my back on the bed with her luscious mouth on mine and her little pink tongue thrusting. She wiggled and made delighted noises as my fingers found the hard pebbles of her nipples. I worked down through layers of white lace, and found the most perfect set of tits I'd ever seen. Pure white, round, firm, high, with responsive little rosebuds at the tips. I sucked one nipple into my mouth, and heard Dan move onto the bed. He sucked in the other nipple. Together we managed to strip off the rest of her clothes. We looked at her, then looked at each other...stunned. Her body was incredible. All soft, silky curves. Between her soft thighs was a shaved pussy. I moved faster, and got my mouth between her legs, my tongue probing her cunt and finding the most delicious juices. I licked her all over, sucked the soft lips into my mouth one at a time, then slid my mouth up to find a very large, hard clit. I took my mouth off just long enough to spread her lips open and show Dan the size of her clit. He whistled softly. I went back to sucking that incredible clit, then slid a couple of fingers into her pussy to finger fuck her. When I looked up again, our angel was deep throating Dan's cock. To fully appreciate my amazement here, you have to know that Dan is one of nature's little wonders. He's of medium height, medium build, medium brown hair, medium brown eyes, sort of a medium complexion. But lurking inside the shorts of Mr. Average is without a doubt the biggest fucking cock I've ever seen. (And I love porn, too. I'm counting the professional cocks.) He refuses to have it measured, so I can't give you exact inches, but the man is pushing "ruler length." Not only is it long...it's thick. Huge mushroom shaped head. I'm crazy about the guy, but there's no fucking way I'd let him shove that monster all the way in my mouth. And little Creampuff had her lips locked around the base of his cock, happy as a little clam. Dan looked down at a sight he never thought he'd ever see...and just exploded. He must have cum straight into her soft little tummy. She licked her lips, smiled brightly and said "nummy." She grinned at me and wiggled her hips. "Eat me," she said happily. Uh...OK...I thought, and sucked her until she was howling. Dan clamped a hand down over her mouth, which turned her on even more. The little nympho morphed back into the innocent virgin, wiggling her ass and moaning "no, no, not that!" I managed to suck her into submission long enough to strip the rest of my clothes off. I got on the bed, and she was up and moving. Her lovely little face, wearing a proud and evil grin, dove between my legs. I deduced that mine was not the first pussy she'd eaten. Then my back arched and I bucked up off the bed with her suctioned onto my clit. Things exploded in my head, and my body shuddered helplessly, and she kept sucking. She had fingers in my cunt, fingers in my ass, her arm moving fast and hard. It all turned into one violent extended orgasm. When I started to foam at the mouth and my eyes rolled back in my head, Dan pulled the little fiend off me. He dragged her across the room, sat in a chair and threw her across his lap. "Bad girl!" he said with mock ferocity, and proceeded to wail the tar out of her round little ass. I shook off the bed spins and propped myself up to watch. He spanked her into an orgasm. I knew that could happen, but I'd never seen it done. Lissa came like crazy just from being spanked. She leaped forward off his lap and landed on all fours. Then she barked like a dog. Dan was stunned and looked at me. I shrugged. "Fuck the bitch," I said. He slid out of the chair, knelt behind her and slammed that huge, hard cock into her cunt. He held on to her hips and fucked her hard enough to loosen her teeth. She groaned, growled, snarled, moaned, and spat out obscenities I'd never even heard before. I think some rather important brain cells died in Dan as he held on for dear life and pounded her. Suddenly his face turned purple, there was a slurping sound as he drove his pole into that tight little pussy overflowing with his cum, and he went over backwards. I shot off the bed, my heart in my throat. I thought he'd fucked himself to death. He opened one eye, managed to adjust the focus and said "uurrgllle." I didn't argue with him, mainly because little Lissa had her face buried between the cheeks of my ass and was tonguing my hole. I looked over my shoulder at the mass of light blonde hair pressed against my ass. I blinked, and she was still there, only now she was holding her arm out. She had a strap-on dildo in her hand. She wanted to know if she could fuck my ass with a strap-on, I assumed. I didn't think I had made a sound, but I must have done something she interpreted as yes. A very well lubricated and skilled finger slid into my ass and began to work my hole. Lissa knew her way around an asshole, too. She worked me good, lubricated the hell out of me, made me so fucking hot I've have taken damn near anything up there at that moment, then strapped on her weapon of choice and fucked me good. She pounded me, her soft body slamming into my ass as she drove her plastic cock home. The thing had balls, and each thrust put them into my pussy. They kept smacking my hard clit, and it didn't take long before I came. And came. And came. Dan pulled the little she-bitch off me and disarmed her before she killed me. I dragged a blanket off the bed and curled up in the fetal position, watching Dan truss Lissa into a nice, neat little package. He tied her left ankle to her left wrist, then did the same on the right side. "Rope?" I managed to say. He rolled his eyes, leaned over and lifted the lacy bedruffle. I tilted my head. Underneath the little Princess' bed was the biggest collection of fuck toys I've ever seen. I put my head back down on the floor. All I needed was a white flag. I had surrendered. Dan apparently had gotten his third wind. He was also about to get something he'd never had before. Because his damn cock is so big, he'd never had anal sex before. Most women took one look at that monster and said "check, please" when he mentioned anal. Lissa wiggled and panted over the idea. He worked her little ass loose, used about half a tube of lubricant, and finally pressed the huge head against her hole. She squealed with delight. I struggled to sit up, and watched in disbelief as he slid his cock into her ass. Dan and I blinked at each other. I laid back down. He lost his mind. He held onto the ropes and FUCKED. He closed his eyes, threw his head back and put every muscle in his body to work. And Lissa? She bellowed "harder!" I closed my eyes. This wasn't going to be pretty. I heard the dull thud as Dan came forward and smacked both palms on the floor on either side of her head. I swear, he tried fucking her through the floor. She came like a firewhistle, one long blast of sound that I cut off with the palm of my hand. "Shhhhhh!" I said stupidly. "They'll hear you!" I think that idea turned her on, because she continued to scream into my palm. Dan had fists slammed against the carpet, his jaw clenched, and cords in his neck in his demented attempt to not let this little 105 pound whisp of a blonde outfuck him. I looked at him, then looked at her, and smiled. Sisterhood won. I took my hand off her mouth. She smiled brilliantly. "Gee, mister," she said, "I'm only 15." She shot...she scored...he shot. Poor Dan came unhinged and fired her full of a year's worth of cum. Then his eyes rolled back in his head and he passed out. I got painfully to my knees and started to untie her. "Cold, Lissa," I said laughing. "Very cold. You can kill a man doing that." She grinned at me. "All's fair," she said. "He knows I'm 20, silly man." She leaned forward and kissed my pussy and wiggled her eyebrows at me. Unlike Dan, I know when to accept the superiority of others. I just laid down and spread my legs.
Astony	Wednesday 23 January 2008 At 10:48 Cum Go Out With Me I had been stood up by a blind date I didn't want to be on in the first place, so I didn't know whether to be relieved or pissed. So...I decided to drink beer, stare at the bar's TV, and treat myself to some beer nuts. I ended up staring over at a young lady at a table. There was no doubt about it. She was alone, apparently had been stood up, and she was obviously relieved. Since she was also a top quality brunette, I decided to wander over and learn how to have such a good attitude. I was also on my third beer and a serious case of "what the fuck" had set in. I sat down at the table without an invitation and stared at her. I'd had a few good lines ready, but they flew out the window when I got close to her. Her eyes were huge, dark and sparkling. She had perfect skin, a little nose, a full mouth made for kissing, or cock sucking, depending. She fastened the eyes on me, and I realized there was a brain clicking away in there. Whoever had dumped this lady deserved to butt fuck himself. "Hello," I said finally. She nodded politely, and murmured at me. I'd never been murmured at before, and my cock decided it liked it. A lot. So...me, the hardon and the beer sat with her in sort of a comfy silence. I don't know what she was thinking, but I was thinking about all the ways I'd like to fuck her. I'd start by crawling over on my hands and knees like a dog, putting my head in her lap and whimpering. Then I was quite willing to beg. I never got past that thought, because an asshole whose suit cost more than my car walked up and practically snapped his fingers at her. "Good, Janet," he said. "You waited. Let's go. We've already missed the curtain." My fantasy lady turned those awesome eyes to him. "Fuck off, asshole," she said, quietly but clearly. "You treat me like shit. Go find somebody else to abuse." He started some sort of patronizing windup, but I stood. He looked at me. I was a good three inches taller, about 35 pounds heavier, and thanks to my shitty taste in clothes, looked like a dangerous drunk. He turned and walked away without a word. I sat back down. Janet was amused. "My knight in shining denim," she said. Her voice made sure I knew it was a genuine compliment, with thanks. I wondered if I could do the eye thing, too, and stared at her, daring her to see inside at what I was thinking. She looked at me, and her face changed. She knew, and liked what she knew. Her burners flamed on and I could feel the heat. I gave her one of her own demure smiles. "Janet," I said softly, "if you could do it any way you wanted, how would it be?" She actually thought about it for a few seconds. "Kind of nasty. Wild. Decadent," she said. "I'm sick to death of men who care more about what kind of wine we're having with dinner than whether or not I get off." I drained my beer, stood up, grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her to her feet. I crushed her against me and kissed her, tonguing her mouth and letting my hands do their thing on her ass. She ground her hips against my hardon and moaned. The bar wasn't too crowded, but their was enough of an audience to turn her on. We put on a good show, groping the hell out of each other; slow dancing to music that wasn't there; and generally letting one and all know that we were going to fuck each other mindless. I capped the routine by scooping her up and tossing her over my shoulder and carrying her out of there. My shit car was parked in a dark corner. I laid her down on the hood, and stripped off her panties and hose, put her legs over my shoulders and started in on her sweet snatch. Once her cunt got over the shock, her clit stood up like a tiny hardon and her hot hole gushed at me. I lapped it up, then sucked her clit like a fiend. She started out moaning like a lady, but ended up screaming "shit, that's GREAT!! EAT ME!!" until it rang off the buildings. Three college age kids stayed back, but watched, their pants around their knees as they jacked off. When she started to cum it was like a fire engine going by. Loud enough to stop traffic. The kids watching shot cum all over the parking lot. I yanked her to sitting position, and stripped off all her clothes. She sat naked on my car hood, then leaped, wrapping arms and legs around me so she could suck my tongue and grind her cunt against me. I carried her to the door, tossed all her things in the back seat, and put my hot, naked beauty in the passenger seat. I took off my shirt and gave it to her, to prevent too many observers from having a good time. I got in and started to drive. She put on my shirt and pulled it around her but didn't button it. She was hotter than hell, and didn't give too much of a damn who knew. She went to her knees on the seat immediately, tight little butt out the window, face in my lap. She got my pants open and my cock out and started to suck. It was the kind of slow, dreamy suck that is so perfect to start out with...especially if you're trying to drive. I drove around for a while, rubbing her back, letting the world see her perfect ass and know she was sucking my cock, but my balls let me know it was time to pull over. I found a large, empty dark place with a lot of trees. I think it was a public park, but I was in no state to care. I pulled the car in, off the road and half into a clump of bushes. It was as much privacy as I felt like we needed. By the time I managed to pull myself out of the car, my pants and I had parted company. She carefully tossed my wallet and keys in the glove box. That was when I decided she was gonna set the pussy cum record. I grabbed her by the back of the hair and dragged her out of the car. I stood her up and shook her gently. "Mine," I growled at her. "My hot little cunt." I thought her eyes would roll back in her head. I hoisted her back up on the hood, and the leftover heat of the engine felt good on her back. She wiggled and purred. This time when I put her legs over my shoulder, my mouth went for her tight pink asshole. I tongue fucked that sweet hole, then took my fingers and got them all juicy. I grabbed her clit and jacked it off as I ate her ass. She fucking exploded. If I didn't know better, I'd swear her clit spurted cum all over. This time she was silent, eyes wide, mouth open and working but soundless. I'd say she lifted a good 6 inches up off the car when she came. I got my water bottle out of the car, sat her up and put it to her mouth. "Drink up for Daddy," I said. She fastened on the bottle and gulped. Anybody who had gushed that much juice needed a refill. I had a drink and tossed it back into the car. She looked at me expectantly. She wasn't firing on all cylinders anymore, but shit, she looked up for anything. I grabbed the back of her hair again, which she really seemed to dig, and pulled her face close. "Suck my fucking cock, bitch. Suck it good, and I might just get you off again." She kind of oozed down off the car hood to her knees on the soft grass. She started out by kissing my feet, something I never in my whole life had scraped together the guts to ask for, and my cock had throbbed out lots of precum by the time her mouth made it all the way up my legs. She put her hands behind her back and looked up at me. "May I suck it, Master?" she said. She had a "deal with THAT, big boy!" gleam in her eye. I put a hand on the car to keep from toppling right over. "I order you to suck it, bitch," I said, in the voice of a virgin 14 year old. She opened her mouth and started licking and nibbling the swollen head, then licked and sucked until she was taking most of the damn thing all the way in her hot mouth. There are men who care more about wine than this??? Shit. Both cock and power-mad ego swelled to twice their usual size. I put my hands behind my back to prevent fucking out the back of her head, then pumped at her letting her mouth decide how deep to take it. I also started to talk. Loud. Very loud. I started with "suck my fucking cock, you fucking cunt whore slave," and then I think I may have gotten a bit nasty. She sucked me like a demented vacuum had formed, and my balls swelled. I'd drifted into incoherent unconnected ramblings, so she didn't get much of a verbal warning that I was going to cum like a volcano in her mouth. I started to spurt helplessly, howling like an animal as wave after wave of orgasm slammed though me. She took herself a good swallow, then leaned back and let it spurt all over her. I got her face, her chest, both full tits and her hair. She rubbed my cum all over herself. I went over on my back like a felled tree. I felt the water bottle pushed against my lips and drank gratefully as my cum coated beauty nursed me back to consciousness. Finally, the planet stopped spinning. I looked up at her tight ass as she walked back to the car to put the water bottle away. This means war, I thought happily. "Hey, bitch," I snarled at her. "Get me your fucking pantyhose." She came padding back holding the hose. She knelt in front of me, bowed and handed them over. Now all I had to do was think of something to do with them. I managed to get to my feet, somehow, and grabbed her hair and dragged her to the base of the tree. I laid her down, and trussed all four limbs together like a calf at a rodeo. She threw herself into the helpless virgin role with enthusiasm, writhing and begging me not to do those "dirty things." Cool, I thought, and settled my face on her cunt to do some really dirty things. Her hot pussy remembersed me fondly, and started to pour juice as I breathed on her. I began nipping at her lips, gently at first, then harder. I tongue fucked her hole, then slid in a finger and got it coated. The finger worked into her tight asshole. I finger fucked her ass, watching her pussy twitch, her clit coming out to find me. I attached my mouth to her swollen clit and sucked hard as my finger thrust deep in her ass. She came fast the first time, still locked in her helpless virgin role. I kept sucking, with two fingers fucking her ass, and she came again, this time howling "Fuck me!!!" at the top of her lungs. The third time was accompanied by agonized pleading for me to stop, she couldn't take anymore. When she tried to crack my skull with her heel I figured she was serious. I untied her, and carried her to the car. She kept trying to say something to me, but all that came out was "goo." I think she probably meant "good." I put her in the car wrapped in my shirt, put on my pants and took her to my place. I carried her inside, put her in a hot tub, and made us something to eat. We ate, then slept for a while curled together. When we woke up, we had some straight-up fucking. Very hot, but slow and gentle. And when we go out to dinner, she picks the wine.
Astony	Wednesday 23 January 2008 At 10:50 Debbie's Black Delight Roadside diners in the desert are not known for their gourmet dishes. So, the always-filled parking lot of the red diner in the desert stands out of place among its peers, for sure. Debbie, the cook, being the source of that red diner's popularity. I'm the red diner's owner. I found Debbie, 21 at the time, at a Nevada adult club where she danced and was fond of fucking every black male customer that requested action. For nothing, too. She fucked the black guys because she "enjoyed it," she told me. She danced there to get money from the white male customers but never let them fuck her, she said. She enjoyed tormenting the white guys into cumming in their pants, but no white prick was allowed between her legs. Ever. Neither fucking nor dancing were problem areas for Debbie, a six-foot amazon with wavy golden hair, cold blue eyes, a firm dream ass, large breasts and the kind of sensuous muscular legs that professional dancers tend to develop. Debbie also LOVES to cook. The deal was, she'd be allowed all the black cock she wanted and also have the privilege of tormenting the white guys-including me--in return for her cooking at the diner. I knew Debbie would be instant profit for the diner, so I readily agreed to her terms. Debbie is busy at creating her 'special' now, wearing her customary outfit--an apron that covers her in the front to knee level, she totally naked in the rear. "Hi, Debbie," Dan, a huge black bouncer at the club around the corner and a regular customer now at the diner says to Debbie as he enters the kitchen area. He waves at me but says nothing. I stop my baking duties to watch as Debbie is spreading her legs wide, bending over the stove slightly, stirring something simmering on low heat there with her left hand. Her ass is bare. Her cunt in full view of Dan, standing right behind her. Dan unzips his pants, allowing his big cock freedom. The black dick is rock-hard already. Dan moves forward, smiling at me but still saying nothing. Debbie moves her ass back a bit to meet his prick. She reaches behind her with her right hand to guide Dan's stiff cock inside her pussy. Dan's grunting as he shoves about ten inches of deeply-black cock inside my cook, Debbie, his arms around her, his hands working her nipples, his tongue licking at her back, slightly bent forward himself, matching the arch of Debbie's back. Debbie, in obvious pleasure from being fucked from behind while continuing to cook in front, slams her ass into Dan, trying to get more of his huge black dick inside her. What a strange scene this is: this beautiful amazon Anglo woman taking ten inches of black cock and stirring her 'special' dish into creation at the same time. Dan's getting ready to cum in her now. "What...do...you...do...with...all...the...cum...I...pump...in...you...every.. .day?" he asks in bursts, each word signifying a spurt of his cum up and inside my blonde, very willing cook. Dan, slamming his cock up Debbie's cunt with great force now, moans as he finishes cumming in Debbie. Debbie slams her ass into him, wanting even more inside her. She doesn't answer Dan's question, though. He already knows where that cum goes. He just likes to hear it repeated over and over. As the cum is pumped up inside her cunt, Debbie looks at me, smiling but not saying a word. She steps back from the stove when Dan is finished with fucking her. He'll be back in about eight hours, though, to fuck her again. He makes two visits a day now. As Dan leaves the kitchen, I lift the front of Debbie's apron and see Dan's cum coating her cunt hair. Debbie takes a piece of bread, rolls it up and soaks up the cum from her cunt hair with it, slides the bread between her legs, deep inside her cunt. The bread is saturated with cum from Dan as she turns the bread slice into crumbs and tosses it into the dish before her, the cum-soaked bread crumbs sitting atop the thick soup. I take Debbie's 'special' soup dish out to the well-dressed white guy sitting at table one. The guy daintily dips his spoon into the 'special'. His broad smile when the mixture meets his tongue tells me that this 'special' of Debbie's will continue to be a real winner among the particular group of white guys who eat here. The guy wants more of this dish, wants to have some to go, he says. He particularly likes the "spiced" bread crumbs, he says. Of course, the white guys that eat here all know what goes in the soup. Each one is given a tour of the kitchen and shown how the "spiced" crumbs are created before being allowed to order the special. They watch as Debbie gets fucked by a black man, as she soaks up his cum with the bread, as the mixture ends up atop the soup they so desire. They seem to need to feed on this special dish but, at the same time, don't have to admit they are indulging in something unusual when back at the table ordering it. White guys who crave the taste of black men's cum but don't have to admit it openly, these men. Back in the kitchen now, I see Joe standing behind Debbie, admiring her bare ass. Joe's a great-looking guy, but white, so Debbie would never let him fuck her. We mostly get two types of white men here as customers now: those who come to feed on Debbie's 'special' dish and those who arrive to be dominated by Debbie. Joe comes for the domination. "Hi, Joe," she says, her back to us both. "You need something?" Debbie knows what he's here for but just wants to torment him before doing her regular thing with him. Joe, here at the diner with his wife, says nothing but drops his pants and underwear to the kitchen floor, walks over to and bends over the sink in the kitchen. His firm, bare ass is so pale, vulnerable, it seems. Debbie, evil smile on her face, picks up her 'treatment' steel spatula, one she had taken the curve out of by bending it flat. She places the spatula over one of the burners for a minute. Spitting on it to make sure it's at the correct temperature, Debbie walks over to the sink area and strikes Joe across his bare right ass-cheek with the spatula and holds it to his ass just long enough for it to turn his right ass cheek a toasty red. She then re-heats her 'treatment tool' once again and strikes Joe across his left ass-cheek, keeping the hot spatula on that bun until it's toasted about the same as his other cheek. Telling Joe to "stay! Don't move," Debbie goes back to tending to her 'special' dish. About two minutes later and without warning, Debbie deserts her dish again, walks over to Joe, spatula in her hand once more, and strikes Joe repeatedly across both of his now fiery-red cheeks. Ten forceful strikes to each of his cheeks occurs before Debbie is certain that both her and Joe's pleasures are at the high point. Debbie likes to wait, after searing a white man's ass, for a couple minutes to allow the full affect of the burning to take place before continuing the treatment. "They don't fully feel the burning for at least two minutes," she once explained to me. I think she enjoys this treatment with the white guys as much as she