Stretching Greedy Lucy

A while back I wrote a story about a particularly slutty young woman named Lucy. The initial scenario came from the mind of Mr Jones. However while I was in bed with Mr Jones and The Second Mate I thought of another adventure for this slutty little Miss.

Sunshine poured through the hatch of Lucy’s cabin, illuminating her breasts. A cool breeze caressed her skin causing her nipple to pucker. Still sleepy she squirmed, trying to pull the blankets back over her body. But as she tugged, she was met with resistance. Confused she opened her eyes to find the Second Mate standing at the end of her bed.

“The captain has requested that you be prepared,” he stated.

Lucy frowned in confusion, “Prepared for what?”

“The crew.” The Second mate bent down and caressed her skin with the back of his fingertips. With a sigh Lucy arched her back towards his caress. He leaned down and she felt the heat of his breath above her nipple. She pressed herself upwards towards his lips, but he pulled back so that his lips caressed her like a feather.

“Not now,” the second mate was all business. He pushed her legs apart so that he could caress her clit with his fingers. Again, she arched towards him. Again, he withdrew. Lucy sighed in frustration. The Second Mate grinned. There were days when he really enjoyed his job. “Up you get,” He tickled the bottom of Lucy’s foot. Lucy groaned and hauled herself out of bed to face the day.

Thirty minutes later she was on the front deck dressed as instructed. The Second Mate was waiting. A flicker of something in his eyes told her he was impressed as she sashayed past; or was that the bulge in his pants? Either way, she brushed past him, pausing just enough for him to view her cleavage that was barely contained by her tiny bikini top. His hand gripped her arse.

“These will have to come off,” He gripped the waistband of her panties and pulled them down over her butt cheeks. He allowed his fingers to slide down the slit between her cheeks and graze the wetness that was already building. She arched her back to display her pussy, hoping that he would slide his finder inside her. She was disappointed.

“Good things come to those who wait,” The Second Mate guided her to the front of the yacht. He took a rope and bound her wrists to the front furler. She stood bracing herself against the movement of the yacht on the ocean. A breeze lifted her skirt and tickled her pussy reminding her of the light teasing caresses of The Second Mate earlier that morning. She pressed her thighs together.

“Keep your knees apart,” The Second Mate pushed her knees open. His hand rested on her bare arse cheek. Lucy arched her back hoping to feel his strong fingers caress her. Again, he slid his fingers down into her wetness stroking her hard clit until her breathing came harder in her throat and then suddenly removing the source of her pleasure. She gave a little whimper and looked at him,

“Please,” she whimpered.

He grinned, “Nope. The Captain will be along shortly.”

Lucy heard the sound of footsteps on the deck. He pussy clamoured for attention. Her knees pressed together before she felt The Second Mate’s hands pressing her knees apart. A second pair of hands gripped her hips, and she felt a familiar pressure against her hungry cunt. The captain slid his cock into her hungry pussy.

“Someone is wet this morning,” The Captain’s voice was hot in her ear.

Lucy nodded, “Always sir,” she said as he began thrusting, slowly at first. Lucy bucked her hips, impatient to be pounded. She wanted all of the cock and she wanted it now.

“Such a greedy girl,” The Captain commented. “I wonder if such a greedy girl needs to learn to be patient?” The Captain asked.

“Please no,” Lucy begged. Juice was running down her thighs and she could see the other crew standing back, waiting.

The Captain pounded her pussy for a few moments, grunting in satisfaction. The deck area filled with the sound of his belly slapping against Lucy’s bare ass and her cries of pleasure. Without warning he withdrew leaving her exposed, legs splayed wide, whimpering to be filled with cock. The breeze caressed her wet cunt.

“Such a greedy girl,” The Captain repeated, patting her smooth round butt. He beckoned to the First Mate. “This greedy girl needs a pounding,” he instructed, “See that she is not disappointed.”

The First Mate stepped forward to slide his cock into Lucy’s hungry pussy. He pounded her hard before emptying his load over her arse. “Such a good girl,” he gasped, “Thank you,”

The Second Mate stood beside Lucy with his hand resting on her shoulder. He offered her a sip of water and whispered in her ear,

“You are so fucking hot right now,”

Lucy grinned at him in response. “You know what I like,” she responded.

The Second Mate nodded. He beckoned another crew member to take his turn. It never ceased to amaze him how many cocks she could take. As man after man took his place and covered her body with cum, he was attentive, making sure she had water to drink and cleaning each load of cum from her. When he knew she was tiring he waved away the remaining hopefuls and released her bonds.

“I want more,” she protested as he led her away to her cabin.

“You will have more,” he said with a familiar glint in his eye, “The Captain and I are not finished with you yet.

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Imbalance in Internet Dating

As a person in an open relationship who is actively seeking partners I spend a lot of time dating. I don’t mean the awkward dinners that are portrayed on “First Dates”. I am talking about the internet style hook – up type dating. I use a website that is specifically for swingers and I avoid mainstream dating websites like Tinder. My main reasoning for that is to protect my privacy and avoid being outed by someone in my professional life. There is a part of me that is curious to see what would happen if I set up a Tinder account but I am not brave enough yet.

The thing with any dating app whether the user is seeking a soulmate or a one night stand it seems that there is a surplus of males and a seemingly tiny number of receptive females. I hear stories from men about meeting women who get inundated with hundreds of messages. So many that it is impossible for them to reply. That has not been my experience. I am almost fifty, I am married and state clearly I am looking for a man who is comfortable being naked in front of my husband. That in itself seems to weed out a lot.

Despite that I do get attention. I could never hope to meet every man that messages me even those that might be attractive to me or interested in similar activities. If I did meet every man that is attractive and interested I would never get out of bed. I have to narrow the field somehow. I have to make some choices and let others fall by the wayside. I can make arbitrary rules like “If you don’t have a picture in your bio” or “If your initial message is full of Text speak like HowRU” then you don’t make the cut. But I still have to talk to a lot of men who are never going to get in my panties, so to speak.

I have posted before about disappointments. About spending the time talking, exchanging pics, building up some attraction and tension, arranging to meet and then…. Crickets. It is at these times I wonder about my selection process. Should I change my criteria? Am I looking in the wrong place? Is there something I missed? Sometimes I nod in recognition of something that did raise itself but I ignored because he looked hot / I was busy / I was horny etc. Sometimes I am mystified. Sometimes it is the universe saving me from myself. Sometimes I meet some amazing people, like Johnny.

Of late I am with Mr Jones 24 / 7. He sees everything I do which is something he didn’t at home. He doesn’t have a problem with it but I think it has been a bit of an eye opener for him. We have had more open conversations about what each other is wanting / needing. It has been a time of growth for both of us. He has a better understanding of some of my frustrations and the process of making things happen. A lot of times with our lifestyle we discuss an idea and then it happens with little legwork from him. He very rarely puts in the work of building a connection and discussing possibilities with anyone except me.

For me I have a better grip on what he wants but also on how he feels about what I do. The monogamy habit still overshadows things for me sometimes. There is often a lurking fear that I will hurt Mr Jones or damage our relationship. Spending this time with him and discussing different scenarios has helped me to see that he is truly fine with most things as long as he is confident that I am taking him into consideration. I am “allowed” to be slutty and impulsive and have sex with someone I ran into without protracted negotiation and consent from him. He likes the idea of something like that happening and finding out about it later. It is something I am getting used to. I am not quite ready to do something like that but I guess the time will come.

Like everything in this life things are constantly evolving and changing. There are things that we do now that we would not have done even two years ago. I have no doubt there will be other things that we will add to our repertoire over time and still others that will be struck off the list. It is all a question of balance really.

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Cocktails and Man Candy

A sneaky autumn breeze wound it’s way around Richard’s ankles as he knocked on the door. He shivered but he wasn’t sure if it the chill was the weather or the butterflies in his stomach. The door opened and Louise stood in front of him. With his heart hammering in his chest Richard took in the way the soft fabric of her dress clung to her curves. Her nails were freshly manicured, French polish. Simple, the way she liked it. Her hair was clean and straightened hanging down over her shoulders but the thing that made his breath catch in his throat was her eyes, slate grey, drilling down into his soul. Without breaking eye contact, she reached up and buckled the collar around his neck. He had to force himself not to look around to see if any neighbours were watching. There was an awkward pause as he stood, collared, waiting for her to invite him in.

“You are not appropriately dressed,” she reminded him.

Richard’s heart hammered hard against his ribs. She had warned him that he would not enter her house clothed but he did not expect that she would make him strip on the doorstep where any passer-by could see him. He opened his mouth to ask if he could undress in her entry way. She raised her eyebrow ever so slightly and the question died in his throat. Slowly, looking her straight in the eye he removed his shirt, his shoes and socks, and finally, his trousers. The chill wind made his skin pucker with gooseflesh, but he could feel his cock hot and hard, straining against his underwear. A drip of pre-cum moistened his boxers. Her eyes flicked downwards, somehow his cock grew harder.

She stood aside and he stepped through the door, holding his clothing awkwardly. She pointed to a hamper sitting next to the door,

“You can leave your clothes in there,” Louise turned to make her way down the hallway.

Without speaking Richard placed his clothes carefully into the hamper.

“And your underwear,” she didn’t even look back as she gave the last command.

Quickly Richard pulled his underwear down over his butt and dropped them into the hamper. His cock stood out proudly in front of him as he scurried down the hallway after her. He caught up with her in front of a large wooden door. Her eyes flicked downwards. Automatically his hands covered his cock.

“Don’t do that,” she said firmly.

“Sorry,” he felt like a small child being chastised by his teacher. There was a moment’s silence.

“It will be OK,” her voice softened a little. “If you don’t want to do this you can halt any time,” she lifted his chin so that their eyes met again. It was the first time she had touched him that evening. His skin responded to the heat of her touch. Her eyes flickered with desire. Did she want him as much as he wanted her? He nodded,

“I am ready.” He straightened himself up with his hands by his sides.

“OK then,” she turned the handle of the door and pushed it open.

Inside her den two other expensively dressed women reclined on the ornate leather couch. Soft clinging dresses displayed their curves. Low necklines showed the swell of their breasts and sheer black stockings encased their legs. The women looked at him brazenly taking in every detail of his body. With the collar weighing around his neck, Richard forced himself to stand proudly. He didn’t want to disappoint his mistress.

“Ladies,” Louise purred, did Richard hear a note of pride? “This is Richard. He is at your disposal for the evening however please remember the rules. His safe word is kaleidoscope.” She turned and smiled at Richard. “Would you mind making us a drink? The ingredients for expresso martinis are all at the bar.”

“Certainly,” Richard made his way to the bar and busied himself with the drinks. He was glad of something mundane to do. The methodical process of measuring and mixing calmed his nerves. As he prepared the drinks, he took quick peeks at the two other women. They were a similar age to Louise, early forties, both had the same look of elegance and grooming that can only be bought with a significant amount of money and leisure time to burn.

One of the women caught him looking at them. Heat flushed Richard’s face as he quickly looked away. As he served their drinks she looked him straight in the eye as she spread her legs and casually lifted her skirt. The edge of the fabric revealed smooth skin above the top of her stockings and a freshly waxed mound. Taking her drink from him she ran her other hand over the smooth mound before sliding a finger down into her slit.

“Louise says you are very good at pleasing,” she said as she took a sip of her drink.

“Mistress is too kind,” Richard placed the empty tray on the coffee table and stood before her, waiting.

The woman stroked her finger up and down her pussy as she spread her legs wider, “I think I would like a demonstration of your skills.”

Obediently Richard knelt between her legs and touched the skin of her outer labia before leaning down and gently running his tongue over her outer lips. The woman sighed in pleasure and leaned back on the couch. Beside them Louise and her other friend continued their conversation as if nothing was out of place.

Richard’s tongue travelled over his new friend’s folds, tasting, sucking and probing. As he had been trained, he listened intently to her response tailoring his attention to her responses. Her hands curled into the back of his hair as he slipped a finger inside her opening and moved it slightly against her G-spot. Responding to the increasing moans and thrusting of her hips, Richard began to stoke her swollen clit harder and faster. Juice from her pussy coated his chin before her back arched off the couch as the orgasm gripped her.

The room was quiet as Richard sat back on his heels with his hands resting on her knees. After a few moments she sat up and regained her composure. Richard got to his feet and bent down to collect the empty cocktail glasses.

“Another round of drinks ladies?” he asked calmly.

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Send Me a Naughty Picture

Sometimes I get asked by men to send images and videos for them to use as “inspiration” as a rule I resist these requests, especially from men I have never met. Sometimes though, I find it enticing to think about what they do while they are watching me.

The message notification sat on his screen, tantalizing him. Even though he was busy it’s contents still wormed their way into the corner of his mind. In moments of idleness, he found himself remembering her body and the sound of her moans as she was pleasured by her husband and himself. The night had been a last-minute thing. There had been an opportunity and he took the chance. No one was disappointed.

All day he tried to focus on his work, but the memory of her body and the taste of her juice kept stealing into his mind. He caught himself sitting idle more than once with his cock hard in his pants. During his lunch break he stole away and sat in the bathroom watching the clip. He had to mute the sound, but the image was enough. Her legs were spread wide her fingers worked over her little knob, the dildo moved in and out, thrusting just the way his cock had done just a week ago. Had it been that long? It seemed like longer.

Later that night when dinner was finished, and he had showered he lay naked in his bed. Finally, he allowed himself the luxury of watching her. The clip was short, no more than thirty seconds but it was enough to make his cock rock hard in his hand. He began to stroke himself, gripping his shaft firmly moving his hand slowly up and down as he watched the dildo entering her. It made wet sounds lathered with her juice.

In the background the sounds of her moaning accompanied her finger working her clit. His hand shuffled faster as his arousal increased. He could almost taste her juice on his tongue. He remembered her hand on the back of his head pressing his tongue into her. As he worked her clit with his tongue her body writhed underneath him. Orgasms shuddered through her, and he felt her juice filling her mouth.

He played the video again, this time he closed his eyes to listen to the sound of her moans. His hand shuffled faster, gripping him tighter, the way her pussy had when he fucked her. As she neared her climax the intensity of her voice spurred him on. His arousal had been simmering all day barely held back by the demands of work and ordinary life. Now he let it flow through him. His hand shuffled up and down his cock following the familiar patterns of his arousal. He felt the intensity building. He held it back as long as he could, but the pressure became insistent.

One last time he hit repeat and lay back, listening to the soundtrack of her climax. His own climax built in time with hers. Heat and pressure building at the base of his cock. His balls contracted adding to the pressure. His breathing was hot and heavy ending in a small moan. In the background he heard her tone change. Deep guttural moans accompanied by a soft grunt. This time he didn’t hold back. His own orgasm pulsated out of him in hot waves. White liquid squirted out of the end of his cock covering his hand and hitting his chest. His body arched off the bed before the second jet released covering his hand with more of his jizz.

For long moments he lay, panting, his hand relaxed around his cock. A sheen of sweat covered his body before the chill of the air conditioning dried it. After shocks coursed through him and a final small dribble of jizz trickled out. The warmth of his orgasm filled his body from his toes to the top of his head. He took one last look at the final frame of the video. She lay with the dildo resting against her thigh, her hand resting on her sweet mound. If he listened carefully, he knew he would hear her heavy breathing just like his own. For moment it was like they were in the same room.

He may have dozed a little he was not sure. Long moments later he roused himself and moved to the bathroom to clean himself before carefully saving the clip and sliding into his bed. Sleep came quickly, with it came dreams filled with pussy and jizz.

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Three is Company

I often write stories from the perspective of a male rather than a female. Even if it is based on an experience of my own. Reflecting on a recent encounter I decided to try writing from the perspective of each person a bit like a reality TV commentary. Please let me know how you think it worked.

Harry

Living in a small town sometimes makes it hard to find a FWB. Choices are limited. People get funny if you like something a little different. No one likes to admit they get freaky in the sheets even if people do. All guys ever do around here is fish and drink.

I met Jenna online through a dating app. When we started chatting, she lived in a city far away from me. I don’t know why she talked to me really, but she was cool, and we sometimes shared pics. I fantasised that I would visit her city one day to see her.

One afternoon I was flicking through profiles and I noticed that she had changed her location. She was travelling with her husband and heading my way! I couldn’t believe it! Maybe my fantasy would come true.

Brian

I love my wife. She is an amazing person. She doesn’t always agree with me, but I think she is amazingly beautiful. When we go to lifestyle events men are always attracted to her and want to be around her. She always worries that I will get left out but a lot of the time she is the most attractive one in the room and I just can’t get excited about anyone else.

Lately we have been meeting single guys. She seems to mainly like younger guys, but they can be fickle. I hate it when she thinks she has arranged a meeting and they bail on her. They honestly don’t know what they are missing. She is really good at sex because she likes to make her partners happy. It is a joy to watch.

Jenna

I wasn’t sure about Harry. He was a guy who seemed to have a good heart, but I wasn’t sure. I learned when I was much younger that sometimes giving guys like him a go can be rewarding. Which is the reason why I never just shove them to the side. But he had slowly stopped talking to me and I was surprised when he messaged me.

Getting timing right can be tricky. Travelling by sea is subject to weather and sometimes you arrive well before you intend, mostly it takes longer. Harry lived in a place we were not really intending to visit and then the wind blew us here. The town surprised us. At a time when I was anxious about our journey and needed to breathe for a day or two, I found a place that let me do that. Harry was persistent if nothing else. We had no plans, so we agreed to hang out.

Harry

She was staying in the marina. A tiny pontoon with about twenty boats tied up to it. Of course, hers was the most beautiful sitting proudly amongst the run-down fishing boats. In the darkness we embraced for the first time. She felt amazing in my arms and she smelled so good. Better than the coal smell that filled my car and my hut at camp. She showed me around her boat and introduced me to her husband. They offered me a beer and we sat on the couch chatting about their trip and stuff.

Earlier in the day she told me that her husband was bi. I was nervous. I had never done anything with a guy, and I wasn’t sure what to expect but he was cool. He sat apart from us while we chatted. I felt her hand on my leg her fingers sneaking under the leg of my boardies. I stroked her arm, still unsure of how fast to go. Then she started unbuttoning my shirt. I took it off and she started playing with my nipples. Her hands slipped down into the waist of my shorts, my cock was so hard.

Brian

Jenna thinks she is being subtle, but she isn’t. We had talked about how interested her friend was in guys. Lately I have been participating more in her choices and expressing my desires to suck cock and see, smell, and taste his cum. Jenna discussed this with Harry. He hadn’t ever done that kind of thing before, but he wasn’t ruling it out. Watching them together was cute. I could see he was shy, and I could see she would probably prefer a bit more of a one-on-one encounter.

I left them for a while and went to our bedroom to read but all the time I was listening to them. I could tell she was enjoying herself by her moans. I didn’t know what he was exactly doing but I could tell she was having the type of climaxes that usually make her squirt. Then her voice was muffled a little. I imagined her mouth full of his cock. It made me hard.

Harry

She tasted amazing. When I licked her and fingered her at the same time my mouth filled with her juice. I could have drunk her sweet liquid all night. Her mouth on my cock was amazing. I hadn’t had a head job in forever and this one was one of the best. I could have let myself cum in her mouth, but I didn’t want to spoil it by asking for permission.

We moved to the bedroom I lay on the bed and she straddled me. I thought she was going to take my cock inside her, but she just rubbed her pussy on me. The slightest touch against her pussy sent shudders through her. It was so intense.

Jenna

I sat astride him. I was so turned on the slightest touch sent a jolt through me. I wanted his cock to fill me, but he pushed me down and fingered me again. I could feel my juice gushing over his hand. At the entrance to the room, I saw Brian naked, watching us. I smiled, happy to see him sliding into bed beside me.

Harry kneeled on the bed beside us with his hand gripping his cock as he watched us fucking. He watched us closely, his hand working his cock.

“Cum on my tits,” I whispered to him. He nodded.

“Come closer,” Brian encouraged him. I know what Brian likes.

Harry came so quickly. So sexy. I felt Brian get harder inside me as the first hot liquid splashed across me. His load was much bigger than I was used to. Jets of warm cum sprayed over both of us and Brian pumped harder into me. Harry groaned and fell back on the bed watching us. I could feel my orgasm building in time with Brian.

With a groan he climaxed, tipping me over the edge. It was intense. The room seemed filled with pheromones and the scent of sex. The three of us relaxed breathing heavily, happy, satiated.

Someone made a comment about the drive Harry had to make to go home,

“My feet won’t touch the ground the whole way back to camp.”

After we had recovered, I walked back to his car with him. We embraced and kissed goodbye. His cock was hard against my leg.

“Oh my God you are ready to go again!” I exclaimed. I did not expect that. If I had known I would have sucked his cock until he came in my mouth. I rubbed him through his shorts.

“I should have said something,” he looked sheepish.

“Something to remember for next time.” I smiled in the darkness.

He got into his car and drove away. I wondered if I would see him again. I walked back through the marina parking lot and down the gangway. I was wearing a long flowing cardigan with nothing underneath. Something easy to dress in. In the darkness walking past the sleeping boats, I let the garment fall open. The breeze pulled the fabric away to expose my naked breasts. I knew there were other men living on some of the boats, I didn’t care. In that moment I felt like a goddess. I pushed back my shoulders daring the world to look at me and comment.

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Attack of the Fifty Foot Women

The prompt for this week’s Wicked Wednesday was to write a post that started from a comment on your blog. In response to a recent Sinful Sunday post No Pants Endurance commented; “The way the photo is set gives me the illusion of the fifty foot woman”. And so here is the attack of the Fifty Foot Women.

“Hello I am Hank,” he had to almost shout over the noise of the club

“My name is Glenda,” she reached out to shake his hand.

“Can I get you a drink?” Inside he kicked himself for sounding so lame but really he didn’t know what else to say. Plus, he felt weird standing there in front of the lounge where she sat with her friends.

Glenda leaned towards the woman sitting next to her. They whispered for a moment before she turned to face him.

“As long as you get one for my friend Wanda,” The two women looked at him with a glitter in their eye that made Hank nervous. Despite his trepidation he shook off the feeling and made his way to the bar.

An hour later the shot glasses were piled all around. A warm feeling filled Hank as he sat wedged between Glenda and Wanda with their other friends Amelia, Maya and Jenna all laughing at everything Hank said. He didn’t know what had happened. Normally women shunned him, laughing at his height, his haircut, pretty much everything about him. This was so out of the ordinary that Hank kept waiting to wake up from the dream.

“Let’s go somewhere a bit more intimate,” Glenda gathered her purse.

All the other women followed suit. As they stood up Hank felt his jaw drop. He felt as if he was a warthog surrounded by a herd of giraffes. These women were enormous. He knew when he stood up that he would barely reach their armpit, or rather their breasts. Glenda was an inch or two taller than the others. A mental image of standing in front of her with her crotch at his eye level filled his head. He stayed sitting on the couch, unsure of what to do next.

“Are you coming?” Glenda beckoned to him. Again, there was that strange glitter in her eye. For a second Hank considered running away but Maya reached out her hand,

“We won’t eat you,” she smiled gently.

Courage, or at least Dutch courage, filled Hank and he stood to his full height of five feet. As he suspected he came up to the armpit of Maya, the shortest one, and his eyeline was just above Glenda’s navel.

“You are so cute,” Jenna cooed. “I love little guys, they are so fun to play with,”

“Behave Jenna,” Glenda chided fondly. “We don’t want to scare our new friend,” She reached out to take Hank’s hand, “Don’t listen to her, she is just being weird.”

Hank nodded and trotted along beside her still feeling like a warthog amongst giraffes.

Twenty minutes later Hank found himself at the apartment that Glenda shared with Wanda. The girls obviously spent a lot of time here, they kicked off their shoes and dropped their purses on the counter. Glenda, Wanda, and Jenna disappeared into bedrooms while Maya and Amelia busied themselves making drinks and choosing music to play on the big screen. Hank stood awkwardly in the middle of the lounge area unsure of what to do or what to expect.

After a short while the three girls re-emerged wearing short silky nightwear. They smiled at Hank as they walked towards him. Glenda took his hand and led him towards the couch that dominated the room. She pulled him down beside her and kissed him on the lips. Hank melted into her embrace, fumbling around her breasts. Without a word she took one of his hands and slid it inside the top of her pyjamas. From behind him Hank felt another hand sliding into his pants to reach around and grip his cock. Jenna’s voice breathed in his ear,

“Well, hello there. I am so glad you have come to play with us.” Her perfume was intoxicating as she kissed the side of his neck. Hank watched mesmerised as Glenda and Jenna kissed before they turned their attentions to him. First one kissed him then the other. Jenna’s hand slid slowly up and down Hank’s shaft and Glenda massaged his hand over her breast encouraging him to pinch her firm nipples.

A third set of hands moved over his torso caressing his own nipples tweaking them gently.

“I think we need to relieve Hank of some of his clothes,” Wanda’s voice was soft in his other ear. Her fingers nimbly unbuttoned his shirt, and he felt a cool rush of air over his naked skin. Glenda trailed kisses down the side of his neck as she helped Wanda remove his shirt. Wanda’s lips mirrored Glenda’s as each woman’s lips made their way to Hank’s nipples. Lips teased his nipples and teeth grazed over the sensitive buds as Hank’s hands were pushed against breasts before Wanda shoved his hand into her pyjama pants.

As Hank slid his fingers into Wanda’s slick wet pussy, he felt his pants being unzipped and his cock eased out of his underwear. Glenda took Hank’s other hand and shoved it against her pussy as she kissed Wanda above Hank. Wet lips slid down over his throbbing cock. Hank let out a strangled moan as his fingers dipped in and out of two pussies. Glenda moved so that she was kneeling over his face. Her pussy was like a vision as it lowered towards his lips.

Obediently reached his tongue upwards and stroked her pussy. She tasted amazing, clean, and salty. Like a man who has been starving he gulped at her as she ground down on his tongue. Wet lips moved up and down his cock and he was aware of women pressing their bodies against him. It felt as if he were covered in them, smothered by their scent, their breasts, their mouths, and their desire.

Somehow, he found himself on the thick rug covered by five giant women. His tiny body seemed to disappear into them. Each woman pleasured him in her own way. All of them partook of each other. Their height meant nothing. Lying down they all were the same height.

One thing Hank knew for certain. He would forever have a thing for tall women.

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The Effect of Greedy Lucy

Last week for MMMMonday I wrote a story about a very naughty girl who had an excellent time with a group of friends on a boys weekend. The scenario came from the mind of Mr Jones so he was very happy when I put it into words. I am happy that I was around to record his response…

So many things about this situation are yummy.

  1. Being connected enough to be able to enhance on his fantasy
  2. Knowing he enjoyed reading my work
  3. Watching his response
  4. Sharing his response with you all

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Carmen and Ryan Part 7 -Friday on My Mind

It has been a while since I posted an installment from the story of Carmen and Ryan. But I have been working on it albeit slowly. If you are new to the story you can catch up here

Carmen looked at the screen of her phone. Messages from Josh and her friend Liz flashed up on the screen. Josh was checking in to tell her he was taking Chloe camping for the weekend. There was no mention of other people who might be going with them. Specifically, he didn’t mention Ryan. Why would he? sensible Carmen said in her head. You need to get a grip woman.

Liz wanted to catch up for dinner.

“Sure”, Carmen replied. Dinner with a friend would be nice. Not as nice as a good fucking from a young stud but nice. What the actual?  Sensible Carmen scolded her. Carmen was shocked at herself. What was she becoming? Two nights and suddenly she was obsessed. There was a knock at her door.

“The AmpliMed rep is here,” the new receptionist announced.

Carmen frowned, “Did I have an appointment scheduled with him?” she asked no-one in particular. The young girl squirmed uncomfortably,

“I don’t know,” she looked uncertain and worried she had done something wrong.

Carmen was jolted back to reality. Of course, she didn’t know! She didn’t have access to Carmen’s calendar. Quickly she flicked through her screens. Damn! Of course, she had an appointment. “Just tell him I will be out shortly,” she smiled reassuringly at the young girl.

Quickly she gathered her notepad. She had not met this rep before, but they had bought a couple of supplies from his company in the past. Normally Carmen didn’t speak to sales reps. They were usually a waste of time. She could find most of the information she needed to know about their products on the internet. Making this meeting must have been a moment of weakness. She made her way to the reception area and spotted him immediately looking awkward among the patients.

For a few seconds Carmen hung back in the corridor to take him in. Something about the way he held himself spoke straight to her groin. She noted the smoothness of the skin under the open neck of his shirt which hugged his chest in a way that suggested his body underneath would be toned. There were bulges that suggested he spent a lot of time in the gym. Mentally she compared him to Ryan, both about the same age, both fit young men but this one looked more office like. His fitness was from gym sessions rather than hard work. His hands would be soft. She wondered if there would be any scars under his shirt.

With all this in her mind she stepped forward to greet him,

“Good morning, my name is Carmen,”

He smiled radiating confidence with a perfect smile of shiny white teeth, “Hello Carmen I am Corey, It was really good of you to agree to meet with me,”

He took her hand, it was indeed soft, as she had suspected. She noted the strength of his grip and the way his hands seemed shorter and a little stockier than Ryan’s. For a moment she wondered if there was any truth in what she used to giggle about in high school. Was the size of a man’s hands an indication of his cock size? It was certainly true for Ryan. She looked into Corey’s eyes and felt a warm melting sensation in her belly.

She became aware of Jenny watching her from her position behind the reception desk. She knew if she turned around she would be greeted with a smirk and a raised eyebrow.

“Would you like to get a coffee?” she smiled at the rep, “The place next door makes a great Latte.”

He looked a little relieved at being able to escape from a room full of sick people. “Sure, lead the way.” Carmen was rewarded with another flash of the 1000 Watt smile.

Without looking over her shoulder Carmen led the way out the door of the doctor’s surgery. She didn’t trust herself to make eye contact with Jenny right now. As they took their seat at a table in the corner it was all business. They ordered coffees and he began the usual spiel complete with catalogues and brochures of their latest products. Carmen smiled and nodded and asked appropriate questions the whole time studying his body. She was enjoying the way he held himself and the way his hands moved his brochures around the small table. After a few moments she realised that he had asked her a question and was looking at her, waiting for a reply. She had been so lost in her reverie that she had completely missed it.

“I am sorry, what was that?” she felt a flush of colour in her cheeks her heart raced a little.

He smiled disarmingly, “I just wanted to thank you for actually seeing me today. It is so hard these days, most people just want you to drop in a brochure and call if they need something.”

Get a grip will you! Sensible Carmen chided her. You really need to stop thinking with your vagina!”

“It was really no problem. I needed a change of scenery for a bit anyway,” She smiled warmly as she looked into his eyes.

“Well anytime you need an excuse to get out of your office just let me know,” he grinned.

Carmen’s heart skipped a beat. Did he just flirt with her? She held his gaze. A sales rep was not going to intimidate her. “Sure thing!” she kept her voice cheery. “I better get back now though.” She gathered up the brochures that he had given her.

Across the table he stood opposite her. He gave her a business card, “Call me anytime you have a question or a special request,”

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The Whole Truth

For last week’s Wicked Wednesday the theme was two truths and a lie. My post outlined three things and there has been much speculation about which one was the lie. So here is the big reveal.

1 I have never owned a dog.

True! I grew up on a cattle property. We had dogs that were working dogs who essentially belonged to my father. They were friendly enough but definitely not my own pet. As the post outlined after I left home I chose to own a cat and I have never looked back.

2 I lost my virginity when I was 14

As some of you suspected this is the lie. There is some truth in the story that I told. I did mess around with a ringer. But we never got past third base. It was stupid. He took advantage and I am fortunate it never went further.

3 I make my own clothes

True! I have several outfits in my wardrobe that were made by myself. I even made a dress for myself and The Unicorn from the same fabric. They are not the same style of course. That would be weird.