What's up boys. I wore my “Dangerous” t-shirt to class today. This shirt always gets lots of looks from the boys, teachers and even the other girls. They should know that I really am dangerous if they get around with their boyfriends. The boys should know that I am dangerous, I'm not a heart breaker on purpose but I've definitely left more than a few guys in my wake. I'm just not the kind of girl who likes to be in serious relationships. I also like to get naughty in dangerous places. After school today, I met up with my photographer and I decided to do today's photo shoot outside a pretty busy office building. We were on the side where not everybody could see me getting naked but there was a really good chance someone would walk by and look in our direction. The idea of getting caught really turned me on - but when the camera batteries died I still hadn't been caught. Maybe next time.

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Big tit Monique has Ron's huge cock in her mouth. She strokes his shaft with her warm tongue as she shoves his manhood deep in her piehole. She starts sucking like she is the most determined bitch in Sweden Valley. As far as Ron knows she is... hell she chased him for 3 years now. No wonder she is fucking him so hard. She has wanted to show him her knockers long ago. They are happily ever after folks when it comes to the sex because they both know how to please one another.

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Eden was sound asleep when she was suddenly woken up by a strange feeling. Her boyfriend was in the process of tying her up, at first she thought he was just playing around but it wasn’t long before the ropes were tied so tight she could barely move. She tried to struggle free but this blonde teen wasn’t going anywhere. He had tied ropes to her arms and legs that attached to the bed. Then he blindfolded her. Eden knew her boyfriend was into some kinky stuff but she had no idea about the bondage. It was her very first time being tied up and it’s safe to say this barely legal teen was feeling pretty scared. She wondered what she had gotten herself into this time!

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MY IS GOING TO BE A YOUNG MOTHER SOON BUT RIGHT NOW SHE'S LIVING THE LIFE OF A HOT TEEN. GETTING LAID IN THE MIDDLE OF THE DAY BY A RABID STUD IS A NORMAL PART OF BEING YOUNG, BUT PRETTY SOON SHE'S GOING TO HAVE TO WIDEN HER ASS SO SHE COULD STILL KEEP A COCK IN TIGHT AND GOOD.

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Arianna cames to us after a long day at the office. She viewed our add looking for models and called up about it. After a long talk she was interested and was willing to stop by. The day on which she was suppose to stop by something came up at work which screwed us on her set with her, which prob was her getting cold feet. We then set up another meeting in which she did show up this time, and glad she did. A smoking body and a great inner freak made this shoot come out perfect! Don’t forget to check out the rest of the office girls at BitchesInHoes!

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Alicia Night Orchid

Copyright 2006 Alicia Night Orchid All Rights Reserved 

Michael glimpsed her as he entered the elevator, before the crowd spun him around and forced him to stare at the closing doors. She was dressed demurely in a charcoal gray pinstripe suit, white blouse and low heels. He stood next to her, separated only by the width of the slender brief case she held in her hand. Her dark hair cascaded onto her shoulders and hid her profile, despite his best efforts to view her with his peripheral vision. When she exited on the 21^st floor, he strained for another peek at her features—the wide-set eyes, the high cheek bones, the full lips, the strong jaw line.

He was still puzzling over her when he reached his cubicle on the 32^nd floor. Did he know her from The Strand, where he ran every other morning? Maybe she lived on his street in Manhattan Beach or hung out at that bar he frequented, Hennessey’s? Could they have attended school together?

Throughout the day, he traded derivatives and took positions worth millions of dollars. Most of the time he liked his work. He was good at it, well paid. But some days it felt like any other job. Repetitive, boring.

Today, the minutes passed like eons, and into the long afternoon the woman’s face continued to haunt him.

When the market closed that afternoon, Marty and Ben wanted him to join them for a drink. But, by then, he had a plan. He declined their invitation and, instead, posted himself on the plaza outside his building. He had a good view of both the employee entrance and the Santa Monica Pier.

A large law firm—Wilkins and Sloan—occupied the entire 21^st floor where she worked. He guessed her to be a lawyer and not merely an administrative assistant because she carried a brief case. He suspected that he was out ahead of her—the law firms were notorious for working their young associates long hours. If he was patient enough, she would eventually come through those doors. If he could only see her again, surely it would be enough to jog his memory.

An hour passed, maybe more. He loosened his tie and pretended to read the Wall Street Journal. Five o’clock rolled around and the office buildings along Santa Monica Boulevard and Wilshire emptied into the streets. The women in their smart-looking business attire and heels clicked past. He was late twenties, tall and slender, good-looking in a dark, brooding way. Now and then, he drew a glance or a smile. Now and then, he allowed his eyes to follow the roll and shift of a tight derrière. Behind him, the sun sunk lower, bathing the city in sepia tones as it reflected off the sea.

It was nearly 6:30 when his patience was rewarded. She strode through the doors, looking as crisp and together as she had nearly twelve hours earlier. He held his ground, thinking that he needed only a good, long look at her face. Then, just as she approached, she reached into the purse slung over a shoulder and withdrew her sunglasses. She was wearing them as she strode in front of him, no more than an arm’s length away. It was enough to throw him off, enough to make her seem only vaguely familiar.

Yet, he was more certain than ever that he’d seen this woman before, and seen her in an intimate way. But how could that be? He’d made love to nine women in his life, starting with Jodie Miller in high school and ending most recently with Samantha Howard. He remembered each of them distinctly. The acts he’d performed with them were etched into his brain like photographs and video clips. There was no way he could have been with this woman and not remember the circumstances.

He watched until she was out of sight—the narrow waist, the firm bottom, the muscular calves. But it wasn’t her body that called to him. It was her face. Where had he seen that face?

* * *

Marissa lived in a restored mansion in Beverly Hills with a man named Umberto who was a screenwriter for one of the major studios. She’d met him at a cocktail party where associates and partners of the law firm she worked for mingled with clients. She’d been attracted to his dark skin, black Latin eyes and macho style from the outset. He wore a pencil-thin mustache above his lip, a large diamond earring in his left ear and listed several film credits to his name.

He was known as Umberto, only Umberto.

The sun was nearly setting by the time she pulled the sleek gray Jaguar into the circular drive and entered the foyer through the large double doors. She placed her heavy briefcase on the floor and thumbed through the pile of mail left by the postman earlier in the day. Bills, invitations to parties and charitable events, correspondence from Umberto’s many friends, rarely anything for her. She had a sister in Atlanta, but they’d lost touch. She had friends from college and law school, but she’d drifted away.

She left the mail on the large, mahogany table Umberto had purchased from a man in Spain and sauntered down the hall to their bedroom. The large four-poster bed, the cathedral ceiling, the sliding glass doors that opened onto their garden greeted her.

She slipped out of her dress, her bra and panties. She paused for a moment to consider her reflection in the mirror over their dresser. She was slender as a reed, her legs long and lean, her belly flat. Her breasts were small, the size and shape of mangoes, the nipples brown and proud. Umberto preferred his women natural, so she was trimmed, but unshaven. The patch of hair that began below her navel and covered her sex was black and shiny as onyx. She grasped a bed post and swayed back and forth. Over her shoulder she could see her ass, hard and inviting as an autumn apple.

Umberto liked to take her like this—standing up, hanging onto the bedpost, legs spread wide, ass thrust out.

She slipped into a bathrobe and went into the kitchen. She made herself a Martini and carried it onto the deck. From here, they had a clear view of the city as it stretched to the ocean. She sipped her drink and watched the sun set into the haze and the sea. She placed her cell phone on the table and waited for Umberto’s call.

Umberto, Umberto. Just the sound of his name excited her.

* * *

The house was small. No more than 1,500 square feet, it had been a bargain at only $1.5 million. Michael was close enough to the ocean that he could hear the waves crashing on the beach at night, smell the surf when he awakened, see the dark backs of the dolphins feeding in the waters between the Manhattan Beach pier and the Hermosa pier while he prepared dinner.

For openers, he made a tuna tartar, flavored with soy, ginger and cilantro, served on a delicate round of seedless watermelon and topped with micro-greens purchased at the Santa Monica Boulevard Farmer’s Market. Next, he reduced tomato water with a clove of garlic, bits of onion and Habanera pepper. He intended to serve it chilled, gazpacho style, with fresh corn and cucumber. He filleted a wild-caught salmon, seasoned it with salt and pepper, then poached it in white wine, clam juice and shallots. While the salmon cooled, he combined a bunch of fresh tarragon and virgin olive oil in the blender, then strained the oil through cheesecloth. He placed the salmon atop a bed of quinoa and drizzled it with the tarragon oil.

Pleased with his efforts, he opened a bottle of Pinot Grigio, poured himself a glass and carried it onto his patio. He swirled the wine in the glass, sniffed and tasted, while waiting for Samantha to arrive. The last of the sun dropped into the sea and the lights of the city began to come up.

Samantha was a beautiful woman. A California blonde with sparkling blue eyes and a beachfront figure. In fact, he’d met her on the beach, both of them making small talk while breathy and pouring sweat following a hard fought volleyball match. A few days later, they had their first date—dinner at a French Bistro in Hermosa.

Afterwards, as he drove them home, she busied herself, kissing his neck and ears, searching deep inside her jeans. She brought forth fingers, redolent with her scent, sticky with her syrup, and titillated him with tastes of herself. When they reached his house, she pushed him against a wall, pressed her denimed pelvis against his thigh and humped him until she came, her breath like an explosion in his ear. His turn came when he bent over the arm of his sofa, her ass thrust in the air, and fucked her until they both screamed.

Nearly six months spanned the distance between then and now. Yet not much had changed. They played volleyball on the weekends and a couple of times a week he made dinner for her at his place. Afterwards, they had sex. Good sex. Neither of them asked the other for nor expected exclusivity. Both of them avoided talk about where this, whatever this was, might be headed. He’d never met her friends, nor her his. He had no idea what she did when she wasn’t with him. She never asked him about his time away from her.

He supposed it was strange, but it was the routine they’d fallen into.

The doorbell rang. Michael stood, crossed the lushly carpeted floor and opened the door. Another evening with Sam was about to begin.

* * *

“Marissa.” His voice was thick and raspy. He was calling from London where he was consulting on a shoot. It was morning there. He was still in bed. She liked him in the morning. She liked waking up in his arms, his furry chest against her back, his hardness pressed into the furrow of her ass.

“Oh, Umberto. I miss you.” He’d been gone two weeks.

“I miss you, too.” A pause, a rustling of sheets. “You were incredible.”

She bit her lower lip, took a sip of the Martini. “Did you like that?”

“What’s not to like.”

He’d told her about a website, www.beautifulagony.com. On the site, men and women posted video clips of their faces while they pleasured themselves to orgasm. He’d asked her to do it for him, so he could see her in his absence. The clip had been posted two days earlier.

She returned the Martini to the table and reached inside her robe with her free hand. She cupped her left breast in her palm and milked it absentmindedly. “I want you,” she told him across the miles.

“I want you, too,” a sudden urgency in his voice. “I loved it that you came twice in your “agony.”

She rolled her nipple between a thumb and forefinger. “The first time was so quick. I was so excited, knowing you’d see me. I needed more.”

“What were you thinking?” he asked her.

She allowed her hand to trail down her belly and opened her legs. The sun was gone and the air had turned cooler. “I was thinking of that time on Maui. We’d just come in from the beach.”

“You were in that black one-piece suit that fits your body like a second skin.” It was more of a statement than a question. She heard a breathiness in his voice and knew that he held his cock in his hand.

“We’d just come in from the beach and were slippery with oil and sweat. I could see the droplets on your chest hair. You kissed me and pulled the suit down to my waist.”

“Yes,” he said. “You were fantasizing about that during your agony?”

She used two fingers to open her labia. She was already wet. She dipped one finger inside and drew moisture. She painted circles around her clit. “Yes,” she strained to keep her voice even. “I was thinking about how you hadn’t shaved and your beard was rough on my skin and I liked that. I didn’t think I would, but I did. And you were nipping at my nipples and squeezing my breasts and I didn’t think I’d like that either, but I did. I liked the pain mixed with the pleasure. And that was my first come. In my agony video.”

“Oh, Marissa,” She could tell he was aroused, knew he was hard now. She’d seen him stroke himself before. She delighted in watching him thrust out his chin while he stroked off for her. “What else did you think about?” he asked.

Her clit was swollen and she was having a hard time sitting still, her hips rocked involuntarily in the chair. She brought her hand to her mouth and lubricated her fingers with saliva. She placed a forefinger on one side of her clit and an index finger on the other and began to rub, just as she had done while making her agony video. “I thought about the rest of it. What we did that day in Maui,” she told him. “I thought about how after you mauled my breasts you peeled off my suit and went down on me.”

“I love how you smell, how you taste.”

“You said I tasted like the sea.”

“Yes,” he groaned.

“Oh, Umberto,” she sighed into the phone as the pace of her movements quickened. “I thought about how you tongue fucked me and sucked on my pussy lips, taking one and then the other into your mouth. I thought about how you sucked on my clit and fingered me until I screamed.”

“I love to suck your clit,” he was breathing harder and she could make out the slap of his hand against his hardness. “I love how you squirm on the bed when I eat you.”

“I’m squirming for you now,” she whispered. She inserted her fingers deep inside her cunt and ground the heel of her hand against her clit. “I thought about how you flipped me over and my ass was up in the air and my legs were falling off the bed and my face was buried in the covers. I thought about how you were so big and hard and how you pushed the head of your beautiful cock against my pussy.”

“I told you how bad I wanted to fuck you.”

“Fuck me, Umberto,” she said. “Fuck me good, baby.” She fingered herself, in and out, imagining it was his cock filling her, wetting her.

“I’m fucking you so good, Marissa, so good.”

The squishy sounds of her finger play filled the night air. Those same sounds had been audible on her agony tape. “I remember how full you made me feel,” she breathed into the phone. “I was just coming and coming and we were slippery and drippy and all of that. Your balls, oh Umberto, your beautiful furry balls were slapping against my thighs.”

“And just as I was about to shoot inside you, I wet my finger with your juices and slipped it inside your ass. I’m so close, baby.”

She withdrew her fingers from inside and worked her clit again, intent on finishing with him. “Oh, yes, I loved that. I thought about that while I was masturbating for you in front of the camera. Your cock in my pussy and your finger in my ass. Your hot breath in my ear. Umberto, I’m almost there.”

“Oh…”

“Fuck, yes.”

“Marissa.”

And then she was coming on her fingers, imagining his semen bathing her insides, imagining his finger probing her tight brown orifice.

“Oh, Marissa. I love you,” he said.

“I love you, too, Umberto,” she whispered, her voice like the susurration of the wind on a woman’s skirt. “I love you, too.”

* * *

Samantha changed out of her business attire and into khaki shorts and a white polo shirt. Michael served the appetizers upstairs on his roof. While they ate, she told him about someone she knew who was moving to the Napa Valley to produce organic olive oil—she wondered if she could do that, live close to the earth and raise olive trees. It didn’t seem very likely. She paused to tell him that the tuna was incredible, melting on her tongue like an exotic jelly from the sea. She sipped wine and rested a foot in Michael’s lap. He massaged it—the heel, the metatarsals, the space between her red-painted toes—before moving on to the next course.

They finished the Pinot Grigio over the gazpacho. Michael noticed how the Habanera made her dewy under the eyes and around the nose. He was thinking that he’d drink every drop of her sweat for a month.

“God, this is good,” she said.

The wild-caught Alaskan salmon was rich and fat as butter, the tarragon oil balancing its sweetness with just the right touch of bitterness. They moved on to the Pinot Noir. When she drank, her face acquired the color of the salmon. He leaned over, kissed her and slid a hand along the inside of her thigh.

She stood and took his plate, pausing to lean over him, her breasts brushing his shoulders. “I love the way you smell,” she said into his hair. “Like food and wine. I love it.”

“Not like a stuffy office crammed with computers?” He couldn’t remember if he’d ever told her what he did for a living, or if she’d ever asked. He thought she sold clothing, but he couldn’t swear to it.

“Why don’t you put on some music? I’ll take care of this.”

While she cued up Sinatra, he did a quick rinse of the dishes. When he entered the living room, he found her reclining on the sofa, tan legs tucked beneath her. She’d lit candles. After a glass or two of wine, she always wanted candles.

He sat down next to her and kissed her again. His tongue swirled in her mouth, teased across her teeth and lips. It had been days since they’d last been together and the want in him was strong.

“Let me help you with that.” He pulled the shirt from her shorts and lifted it over her head.

She was braless and her breasts fell loose. He lowered his lips to first one nipple, then the other. A moan escaped her.

“I l want you in my mouth,” she whispered.

“God, yes.”

She turned and slid off the sofa onto her knees. She positioned herself between his legs, unzipped him and removed his stiff cock from his trousers. "I want you for dessert,” she told him.

Michael dug his fingers into the sofa. He whispered her name. Samantha’s soft blonde hair fell across his lap. She looked up at him, his cock between her pink lips, her eyes sweet and slutty at the same time. He ran his fingers through her hair and caressed the back of her neck. She took him in all the way, down the back of her throat. Then, as she retreated, her lips tightened around the shaft. She tugged at him with rhythmic swallowing motions, all the time her tongue flicking at the head.

Her left hand cupped his balls, captured them in her palm, then liberated them. Capture and release. Again and again. She held his cock in her right hand and drew it across her lips and cheeks, smearing her face with saliva and pre-cum. She licked the shaft like a lollipop, before enveloping him inside her warm mouth. She bobbed up and down, her hand working in concert with her lips and tongue.

Suddenly, her mouth left him, her hand stopped pumping. He looked down. Samantha’s eyes squeezed shut. She bit her lower lip, the muscles in her neck strained. He knew that look. She was coming. Her face betrayed the spasms in her pussy. She moaned and shuddered before exhaling sweetly and laying her cheek on his thigh. “I just soaked my panties,” she said with a giggle.

“I know,” he said and ran his fingers through her hair. His cock stood at attention, twitching with a life of its own.

She looked up and smiled before taking him into her mouth again. She flicked at that most sensitive spot on the underside of his head while pumping his shaft furiously. He felt the pressure begin at the base of his cock. He felt the semen rise like white hot lava. He groaned, lifted his hips and was there and there and there, spurting sweet and salty and sticky down her throat, across her cheeks, onto her chin. Her hand continued to work, milking every drop from him, until suddenly she paused, and gasped out another climax of her own. Again, he watched the sweet agony play out across the landscape of her face, watched the flush that rose from her breasts, watched the pressure mount, then release, release, release.

Afterwards she lapped at his belly, his balls, his cock, cleaning him up like a cat lapping milk from a bowl.

* * *

After saying goodbye to Umberto, she finished the Martini. She pocketed the cell phone and went back inside the large, empty house.

Seated at the desk in Umberto’s office she logged onto the computer She typed in the web address, www.beautifulagony.com. She was still featured on the front page. Miss 360 something. The expression on her face was one of total bliss. Her black hair fanned out across the white sheets of her bed, her eyes opened wide to the world. She looked almost surprised, startled by her orgasm. But there had been no surprise. She’d touched herself and thought of Umberto. She’d touched herself, wet and slippery for all the world to enjoy and she’d come, not once, but twice.

But it had all been for Umberto. Her sweet man, Umberto. In her world, there was only her and Umberto.

* * *

Samantha claimed she had an early morning. Michael didn’t ask what for. It seemed awkward to start asking now. He walked her to the door, kissed her lightly and said he’d be in touch. She said she’d see him at the beach for volleyball.

After she left, he finished cleaning up in the kitchen, then carried the last of the Pinot Noir into the bedroom. He logged into a site he’d discovered recently—www.beautifulagony.com. He searched the faces on the first screen. Mostly women, women that looked like the women you saw in the laundry room, the coffee shop, the bookstore. Normal women. Except for whatever reason, they’d agreed to masturbate in front of a camera, and then show themselves to the world. Three to five minute clips captured their faces in various stages of ecstasy. Their shoulders and arm muscles worked, their bosoms heaved, their invisible hips slid to and fro. Sometimes you could hear the squishy sounds of their fingers in their pussies, or the buzz of a vibrator.

But the way they used their fingers or their vibrators remained hidden from sight, left to the imagination. You saw their faces, only their faces.

Michael selected one that looked vaguely familiar. A dark-haired woman who he felt he should know, but couldn’t place. He’d watched her “agony” once before and liked the way the woman in it came twice in the clip. She was beautiful and serene. Except when she came. Then she was anything but serene. Then she was passionate and wanton. He watched her and touched his cock through his under shorts. After that first come, she relaxed a moment before touching herself anew. You could see the muscles in her arm, working, working.

Her eyes were closed and he could only guess what fantasy she played out behind those eyes that excited her so. What lover lay with her, kissed her, caressed her, entered her?

He reached inside the fly of his boxers and began to stroke himself. Even after his encounter with Samantha earlier in the evening, he was hard. He pumped as the woman in the “agony” video fingered. He matched her stroke for stroke. When her second orgasm arrived, he sprayed his belly with seed.

When he looked at the screen again, the woman’s eyes were open wide. She looked as if she’d been surprised by the intensity of it. As she regained her composure, her face muscles relaxed, leaving her smile frozen onscreen for an instant before she faded out.

He sat for a while in the soft glow of the monitor light and finished his wine, before going into the bathroom to clean up.

On his way to bed, he paused naked before his dining room window and looked out to the sea. Far in the distance, he could make out the lights of ships passing in the night. He watched them for long minutes, considering their exotic destinations, their mysterious missions. The men and women on those ships lived life on the edge, exposed to the mercy of nature and the cranky mechanics of their vessels. When he was still in graduate school, he’d imagined that his life as a derivatives trader would be exciting—all that money, all that risk.

But compared to those sailors, his life seemed suddenly dull and boring, his little house close and stifling, his relationship with Samantha pointless. He hadn’t expected to end up here. He wondered how it could have happened.

His breath fogged the window. He placed his fingertips on the glass. He stood there the rest of the night, watching the ships pass and fade into the darkness. At dawn, he didn’t bother to dress for work.

Copyright 2005 Alicia Night Orchid All Rights Reserved 

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This is Genie's first video ever and it was a lot of for to set this one up. I saw her walking down the street one day and struck up a conversation with her. I asked her how old she was and when she told me she had just turned 18, with a wink and a smile, I asked her if she wanted to be in my next movie. I guess she thought i was full of shit but she said she would come to the office. Here are the results. She has a lot of fun here, especially with the toy, but she told me after that she couldn't believe people would want to watch her do that.. Well We Do Genie, we really REALLY do!

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If one Asian bitch to fuck is good then fucking two Asian bitches just has to be so much better. That’s exactly what this lucky guy is finding out as two horny little hoes get down and dirty with him. And when they’re not fucking him they’re fucking each other with some nasty toys.

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Judy lay in her bed reading a book while the ten p.m. news played in the back ground. She
was so engrossed by the trashy novel, that she wasn’t paying attention when the news announcer
spent a good two minutes on a story about a series of assaults on single women in the metropolitan area! All of the women were between the ages of twenty two and forty, and either lived alone or were alone at the time of the attacks! Entry was usually made through an unlocked window, although unbelievably, a few women reported that the intruder entered through and unlocked door!!! After finishing the next chapter, Judy brushed her teeth, turned off the television, and turned in for the night, if she had been more alert, she would have gone around and made sure all of the windows and doors were locked up tight, unfortunately though, she did not!!!

A little past two a dark figure used a sharp pocket knife to cut the screen to the back porch window, seconds later, now inside the single story bungalow, the figure padded quietly across the carpeted living room to Judy’s bed room! Putting his ear to the door, he could hear the steady rhythmic breathing of a a person fast asleep! Carefully turning the handle, the door silently opened and the stranger moved to the side of the bed where Judy lay sleeping! A hand covered her mouth, bringing her to wide awake in seconds, she tried to scream, but no sound escaped around the gloved palm covering her mouth!!! Terror filled her heart, and she began to struggle wildly to free herself, but almost before she began, a needle pierced her arm and she felt all of the
fight drain out of her!!! Instead, a relaxing calm spread through her, and her fear turned to
resignation!!!

It was still dark in the bed room as strong hands pulled back the covers. She knew what was happening, but try as she might, her arms wouldn’t respond as they lay limply at her side! She could hear the sound of fabric being cut, and realized that who ever it was, had used a scissors to cut away her nightie and panties, leaving her naked and totally accessible!!! It was then that for the first time he spoke as he whispered into her ear, “Even though you can’t move or speak I know that you can hear me!!!” “I promise that I will not hurt you in any way,” he continued, “but I will tell you that I am going to use you sexually for my own pleasure and enjoyment!!!” “Don’t try to fight me, it is hopeless to resist, and also, one final thing, I adore giving orgasms to women
who try and resist me, they fight it, but their bodies still respond to my touch!!!” “To make it more erotic and mysterious, I am leaving the lights off to let your imagination run wild!!!”

It was quiet for a few minutes, and Judy strained to sense if he was still in the room!!! Too her shock, the next thing she felt was a warm wet mouth on her nipple, sucking, nibbling, licking her
now erect little nub!!! Her breathing quickly grew shallow as the heat in her vagina intensified!!!
“Very good, Judy,” he breathed into her ear, “I can see that you have very sensitive breasts, let’s see how sucking them affected your vagina!!!” A finger slipped inside of her, probing up and down her slit, taking a few extra seconds on her clit, which caused her to moan involuntarily!!!
I just love touching a woman’s sex,” he said softly, “no matter how many times I’ve done it, it’s just as exciting as the time before!!!” The excitement in her body was palpable, with her nerve ends standing at the ready, he caressed her body from head to toe, stopping along the way to give her breasts and pussy more attention!!! After what seemed like and eternity of foreplay, he whispered softly, “Now it’s your time for your first, Judy darling, are you ready to have one now,
your pussy seems to think so!!!

She stiffened slightly, waiting for him to enter her, but instead, the air whistled from her lungs as his mouth engulfed her dripping organ!!! She wished that it wasn’t so, but a fury was growing in her pussy that she couldn’t control!!! It was maddening, being forced into having sex with an unknown stranger, but having your body respond like he was your husband or lover!!! From down at her mons came a question, “Judy, dear, if you want me to suck harder, flex your pussy for me, tighten and loosed it to show me your desire!!!” “Damn him,” he was mocking her, but all the while knowing how badly she needed the relief only a hard climax could provide for her!!!
Besides, he could keep her on the edge for as long as he wanted to, so she might as well give him what he wanted!!! Straining hard, she tightened and untightened the muscles in her cunt, which caused him to groan as he buried his tongue inside of her, driving her closer and closer to the much needed relief that just seemed to elude her capture!!! “You have a very responsive vagina, Judy,” he offered between sucks, “I believe now is the time, your clitoris is full and demanding, so I offer it my tongue in homage!!!” It swept over her like a monsoon, the blood rushing to her vagina, tearing through her loins until she almost passed out from its ferocity!!!

“Judy, Judy, Judy,” he said calmly, “I can tell from the way your pussy was throbbing that you had a really hard climax, oh, my just feel your face, it’s covered with sweat!!!” Reaching over to her night stand, the intruder pulled a couple to tissues from a dispenser and while gently dabbing the moisture from her face said, “There, there, is that better, good, you’re such a nice girl, and since you’re a nice girl, I’m going to make you very happy!!! Judy swallowed hard, still unable to speak, but still realizing exactly what was about to happen to her!!! “Your pussy smells so lonely,” he said in a sweet voice, “that I’m going to introduce it to my friend, Mr. Pecker!!!”
Now climbing between her open legs, he rubbed his hard cock against her wet opening, while teasing her by making sure her clit was manipulated by his dick head!!! For the first time since he gave her the shot she made a little moan and he replied delightedly, “Oh, good, Judy sounds like she needs a good fucking, is that true Judy, dear?!?” Still unable to respond normally, she managed to make a low grunting sound that indicated she was indeed ready to be penetrated!!!
By now his mushroom head had slipped several inches into her pussy, which automatically gripped down on the thick invader, doing its best to force the cum from the thick shaft!!! “Okay, honey,” he whispered into her ear, “here we go!!!” With once massive shove of his hips, the eight inch spike rammed deep into her cunt, causing a reflexive orgasm to shred her cunt on the first stroke!!! Over and over again he pounded in and out of her, fucking her in a brutal almost primitive fashion, not caring in the least what her feelings or thoughts were, with the only goal being to slam her pussy until his juice jetted from the end of his hard erection, giving him the sweet relief he so desired!!!

When it was over he collapsed on top her, totally spent and drained of every last bit of energy
in his muscular body!!! A gurgle formed in her throat as her pussy began the long process of
unwinding after such a brutal and viscous assault!!! She was beginning to regain just the hint of her motor skills, as she could now barely move the tips of her fingers and toes!!! A few moments later he was packed and ready to leave, but he had one last “gift” for her! Just before leaving he place a special harness around her waist and affixed a small vibrator to a specially designed sleeve that held it in place!!! Carefully positioning the straps so they were in exactly the correct position, he flicked on the on switch, slipped the little hummer into its sheath, and inserted the rest of it into her still sopping wet pussy!!! After everything was just right, he tightened up the straps to assure that no amount of struggling could dislodge the little satisfier!!! “Judy,” he whispered, “I have to leave now, but I’m leaving you this little present between your legs!!!” “I can tell by your breathing that you really appreciate it, and I just put in new batteries so it should run for hours!!!”
“What was that,” he asked, “oh, you’re having another climax, very good, Judy, I’m sure in the next few hours you will have many more!!!” “Well, it’s time for me to make take my leave, but don’t worry, in about an hour I’ll phone the police and tell them of your plight, if you time it right, you might just be having an orgasm when they break down the door!!!” “Bye!!!”

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My lover and I had been sitting at the bar for about an hour when a
tall, slender redhead entered. She wore a skintight green minidress that
revealed her nipples, so obviously she wore no bra. As she slid onto the
bar stool next to my lover, she swung her legs around, revealing only a
g-string instead of panties. She was dressed to fuck, one might say. My
lover whispered in my ear, “Hey, do you think she might be interested in
a threesome?” I responded, “I don’t know, why don’t you move in on her
and see what happens.” He bought her a drink and struck up a
conversation that ultimately led to sex, favorite positions, and the
wildest thing she had ever done sexually.

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“I guess the wildest was to have sex with another woman. I am not a
lesbian or bisexual, but I enjoyed doing it.”

“Mmmm…how would you like to try it again?” he asked slyly.

“What do you mean?” She asked, looking across at me.

“I mean, how would you like to have sex with another woman? My
girlfriend here is kind of kinky and it might be fun for all of us. So,
what do you think?” He asked her eagerly.

“Well, I….mmm….oh hell, why not?” She responded.

“Great!” my lover replied! We left the bar and drove to her apartment
about 2 blocks away. It was very elegant, a lot of glass, brass, candles
and as we headed toward the bedroom, we were greeted by a floor length
mirror at the edge of the bed as well as on the walls and the ceiling. A
gigantic king-size bed was in the middle of the room, decorated with
gold satin sheets.

“Well, here we are!” She said. “By the way, my name is Cindy…What’s
yours?”

“I’m Marty, and this is Evelyn.” My lover responded.

“Well don’t just stand there, let’s get nekked!” I exclaimed, shedding
my clothes quickly until they lay in a heap.

“My, my, eager, isn’t she?” Cindy commented as she removed her dress in
one swift move. She lay back in the middle of the bed and I immediately
climbed between her legs as Marty finished taking off his clothes. He
finished undressing and stood next to the bed playing with his cock as
it hardened while he watched me go down on Cindy. I took her labia in my
fingertips and spread them so I could get right at her clitoris and her
vagina. I flicked my tongue rapidly, alternately licking her labia and
clitoris . I thought she was going to climb through the walls as she was
squirming in delight. She took my head into her hands and pulled me up
to her face and kissed me deeply in the mouth, our breasts rubbing
against each other, nipples hardening. I started grinding my mons
against hers and she wrapped her legs around me, pumping and bucking
against me. I wanted to taste more of her, so I slid down and took her
clitoris into my lips and sucked and licked, flicking her clitoris
rapidly until she spilled her love ju ices into my waiting mouth. As her
orgasm subsided, she asked Marty to join us. He walked over and she took
his erection in her hand and began to caress his testicles at the same
time, inserting her finger into his anus.

Soon he was rock hard and ready to explode. Cindy got onto her knees and
took him into her mouth and sucked his erect wand until he spent his
love fluid into her waiting throat, moaning as she swallowed the salty
fluid pouring out. I was waiting for my turn and Cindy gave me a sly
look as she pushed me back onto the bed. She dove between my legs and
began to eat me, sucking and licking my nether lips and nibbling on my
clitoris. I squirmed in delight and held her head between my legs,
trying to get her t ongue deeper inside me. Marty seized the opportunity
and mounted Cindy from behind and eased his weapon into her anus. She
gasped as he entered her, but soon relaxed and continued licking and
sucking my clitoris and labia as Marty pounded away on her ass. She
sucked harder and faster until I exploded in orgasm. Her mouth was still
on my clitoris when Marty finally pumped and pumped faster and harder to
his climax. We all collapsed together and laid there for a few minutes
before heading for the shower…..t ogether.

Cindy took our hands a led us into the adjoining bathroom into what
looked like a rain forest! It was a large room, lots of hanging plants
and floor plants surrounding a sunken tub, no wait! A sunken “Jacuzzi!”
Cool!

Marty and I glanced at each other, the same thought evidently going
through our mind. “Let’s hop into the shower first.” Cindy suggested
after catching the glance between Marty and me. “Then, we can try the
Jacuzzi, okay?”

“Fine with me!”, Marty exclaimed as he took our hands and pulled us into
the large shower stall. Being the selfish man he is, he insisted on
being in the middle so Cindy and I could lather him up at the same time.
I lathered up the front, Cindy opted for the back since he had surprised
her so abruptly in the bedroom. I soaped up his chest and knelt to do
his feet, with his semi-erect weapon at my eye level. He closed his eyes
and seemed to be enjoying the special attention.

Cindy, meanwhile, lathered up his back and moved slowly down his body,
lathering down his legs until the two of us were on our knees in front
of him and in back of him. As we continued to lather, Cindy winked at me
and slid her hand outside the shower door to retrieve something for our
little threesome. As Marty stood with his eyes closed enjoying the
attention, we ordered him to keep his eyes shut and turn around so we
could both wash him good from the front. He was more than willing to
comply, expectin g something titillating, I’m sure. Cindy showed me what
she had reached for and my eyes widened. It was a six inch dildo about 1
1/2 inches in diameter. She then winked at me and right away I knew her
intentions. It was hard for me to keep from giggling, but I did. I took
Marty’s penis in my hands and slid the soap over the top and bottom of
it, down to his testicles and through his legs to his anus. He became
rock hard immediately. At the sight of this, Cindy and I proceeded to
lick and suck his penis alte rnately and licked it together, much to
Marty’s delight. He was in Heaven, moaning and gasping as we went about
our ministrations.

Then Cindy took her cue and moved around behind Marty. We turned him so
the spray of the shower could rinse him off until the soap was gone, and
told him to keep his eyes shut and bend forward a little bit. Thinking
he was going to get a “rim” job, he gladly complied. Cindy proceeded to
tease his anus with the dildo just enough for him to think it was her
tongue, she looked around at me and winked as he was imagining her
tongue exploring his anus. Meanwhile, I took his penis in my mouth and
continued to suck, lick and nibble. He took my head into his hands to
guide himself into my throat, as he proceeded to fuck my face. He moved
slowly at first, but as his passion began to rise, he increased his
movement. When he was lost in ecstasy, I gave Cindy the signal and she
pushed the dildo into his anus, at which time he instantly released his
love juices into my mouth. I sucked and swallowed so I wouldn’t gag. His
eyes flew open and he told me to keep him in my mouth. I continued to
suck and he became erect agai n almost instantly. Cindy was working the
dildo in and out of his anus with one hand and she reached around and
was squeezing his left nipple with the other hand. He was trapped! He
pulled me up to him and raised my left leg, holding it with his right
arm, and guided his penis into me, ramming it in deeply. As Cindy worked
the dildo, Marty worked his penis into me. If he slowed down, Cindy
would slow down. If he sped up, Cindy would speed up. He grabbed my hair
and kissed me deeply, sucking my tongue into h is mouth, as he pumped
deeper, harder, faster…deeper, harder, faster until we reached our
climax together and leaned against the shower stall in exhaustion.

Cindy withdrew the dildo, washed it off in the shower, and proceeded to
masturbate herself to orgasm as we watched on the floor of the shower
stall. Afterward, we all rinsed off and headed for the Jacuzzi.

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This is the story of the second incident in my Stepmother’s cuckolding and whoredom, and her adventures into S/M.

This was what made me realise her secret rude side existed for sure, because at this time I’d only suspected about her having made a sex video [Described in my story “Teresa’s Torture”], but not having seen it myself at this point, I could only go on my instincts and hints from the incident with Kabul. [It was ten years after this that I eventually saw the film itself.]

I only suspected she might be unfaithful to Dad sometimes, not having seen anything myself to confirm it. Therefore all I had were my fantasies at this point, which I secretly enjoyed, but I still knew I’d be horrified if I ever discovered she’d had someone else than Dad in reality. Subconsciously I suppose I knew for sure, but at the time I was mentally blanking out the conversations and indicators I’d heard and seen concerning her adventure with Kabul and his friends. It seemed too incredible to be real, and also one of those things a respectable, middle class family brushes under the carpet and pretends never happened, hoping it’ll go away!

Mum used to see a certain optician, Mr. Miller, in his shop up the road. I’d never liked him at all, having been there a couple of times in the past when we’d been for our eye tests, and I didn’t like his attitude. He was self important, pompous and patronising to both of us, and I guessed he fancied my Mum. The way he would fuss around her, touching her unnessecarily, made me squirm. Plus when the lights were dimmed for her tests, Mum would slip off her shoes as she sat in the chair, relaxing and rubbing a stockinged foot up her other leg suggestively.

She would laugh at his jokes and innuendo to her during the tests, even once giggling when his hand slipped from her shoulder and closed over her right breast through her top, before he moved to the light switch again! I’m sure I saw that happen, there in the dark!

He was a very big man, professorish but powerful too, and I felt that somehow Mum was attracted to him.

At one point in time when Dad was away abroad, he wasn’t sending any money home to us, as he’d gotten into a bad situation, and Mum needed her expensive spectacles replacing. I happened to be with her after shopping when she next saw her optician, so I was there when we sat before him at his desk in the office.

Mum acted up to him, to try and get them for free, or at least so he would delay the need to pay till next time.

He hummed and pontificated, lecturing her about it. This guy really was a self righteous bastard, and I was irked to see my Mum accepting his telling off.

When she kicked off her shoes and made very flirty body language to him, I felt hurt and uncomfortable. My annoyance was building up, and I felt a knot in my stomach.

Mum then told me to go and wait in the reception area, as they had to discuss business, as she put it.

I noticed as I left that they left his office by another door. I glimpsed inside as it opened. It was a little poky storeroom, with a high metal couch, cushioned in black rubber.

As it was near closing time with our appointment being the last, his assistant, a weighty black woman, was alone in the reception area, where I waited.

I sat nervous, pretending to be engrossed in a magazine. Soon I saw the woman turn the volume down on the intercom and switch it on. She eyed me to check I wasn’t listening, then put her ear down to the speaker, turning the sound slightly up.

Just audibly, I heard sounds from it.

I recognised the optician’s voice mumbling something and sounding very smug, along with Mum’s voice going, “Hugh! Ough! Ourrgh!”

At first, I was sure she must have been just laughing out loud at some joke of his. Then, I doubted that.

What was he actually doing to my Mum, in there?

The black woman smiled as she heard these sounds, then switched the intercom off after looking over at me and smirking in a manner I found uncomfortable.

Mum emerged maybe half an hour later, looking quite happy and normal. I assumed this couldn’t have been what I thought it was.

Mr. Miller said she’d better bring the money this time next week, or she’d have to pay extra for the delay. Mum promised, sounding dubious about the extra, but having to accept it.

Mz. B, his assistant, let us out, reiterating to Mum about the extra next week. She blew a loud raspberry at Mum after repeating that word, and to my surprise my Mum blushed very red at that! Mum denied to me that the woman meant anything by it.

I couldn’t help it, I drew scenes of Mum bonking the optician that night, and wanked with them. Masochistic feelings of both hate for him and lust for the sleazy idea of him taking advantage of my Mum overcame me. I drew pics of him having her in the test chair, etc.

I suspected she found them during the week, as she’d cleaned my room while I was out one day, and they’d been moved about!

Well next week came, and Dad still hadn’t sent the money. We were due to go and explain, after a bit of shopping. I noticed Mum always seemed to dress more tartily and provocatively than usual on visits to the optician.

Today she wore a flimsy white blouse that you could see her black lacy bra clearly through, a pair of black tights that had thick tarty seams all up the backs of her legs, the highest heels I’d ever seen her wear, plus a tiny black stretch mini skirt. This was so small you could see the tops of her legs where they joined into her buttocks!

Her hair was newly permed and peroxided blonde too, and she put on lots of make up to finish her raunchy strumpet look.

She hardly looked at all like my respectable, churchgoing Mum!

I felt so embarrassed walking up the shopping centre with her. Men were making comments as she passed, saying things like, “Corr! I’d love to get up that!”

Everyone was staring at her, and their eyes were lingering on her bum, which was like two eggs in a wet cloth!

She seemed to ignore them, yet she also smirked as I blushed angrily red and glared at the blokes, and she told me not to stare at the nice men!

Mr. Miller’s receptionist was again the only one there now, as she’d seen off the previous customer. She smiled nastily on our arrival, and asked if Mum and I had the payment today.

When told we didn’t, the negress smirked at Mum and said, “Well now, honey, I hope you are ready to have to pay our exxxtra!”

She sounded that last word lasciviously, drawing it out and widening her eyes mockingly, as if it meant something totally different and more lewd. If it did, Mr. Miller must have told her, and they’d obviously laughed at us about it!

As we sat before Mr. Miller again, he told us off once more, lecturing my Mum and saying, “Do you understand what this means, Teresa? I’m adding on the extra!”

Mum looked sheepishly up at him from under her curls and replied quietly, “Yes, Mr. Miller. I’m sorry. We’ll have to come to an arrangement!”

He waved his pen at her, very pompously. He always had this oversized metal pen, a big long thing that he used to sign things with. As they got up to go into the side room, he took it with him.

Mum let me stay in his office this time, saying, “Don’t worry, love, I’ve just got to try and get round Mr. Miller about the bill. You stay here, it’ll be okay.”

She slipped of her shoes and left them with me along with the bags, telling me to look after them.

I still recall the smell of her perfume and the slight musky scent of her feet, as she popped off her warm footwear, and the way she pulled and straightened the nylon from it’s ruffled place between her toes. The sense of worry combined with sexual titillation as she kissed my cheek still moves me to this day.

Her crimson wet lips awoke my desire, before she pulled away, leaving me with a lurching stomach and sense of doom as she allowed Mr. Miller to lead her away.

The last thing I saw before the door shut was her ass quivering and clenching nervously in it’s tight clothing as Mr. Miller’s big hand roved over it.

I waited in silence. Suddenly, I heard the noises again, louder now that I was only on the other side of the door.

Mum’s voice was loudly groaning, “OURGH! UUGHH!”

Mr. Miller was grunting like a pig.

I didn’t know what to do. I walked around, worrying.

I looked through the office door window, into the reception room. The cheeky black girl had the intercom on again, listening to Mum and Mr. Miller, as they were loud enough to be picked up by the unit on his desk.

Now she was alone, the receptionist had a hand down her skirt, touching herself and smirking as she listened!

I had to try and find out what was happening in there. Surely my Mum wasn’t having sex with him?

There was a small one way mirror on the door they’d gone through, and I found if I switched his office lamp off, I could dimly see through it.

Wow, what a sight met my worried gaze!

Mr. Miller was standing with his back to me, his pants down, and his big ugly arse thrusting forward steadily, with Mum’s arms and legs showing round his back!

The dirty big bastard was fucking my Mum!

Her fingers clawed the air or clung to his grey shirted shoulders, and her tights were almost off, rolled round her feet with the crotch of them between her ankles. Her sexy toes clenched, waved and shook, sensually stroking each other, as her voice slowly became more urgent.

My dick leapt to erection, despite my hurt, and I had to take it out and put my handkerchief over it to prevent it messing my pants and the floor if I came.

He grunted as he fucked her, as he actually fucked my Mum, bonking her with long deep thrusts.

“Unnh, Unnhh, Uhnnnnh!”

He fucked in and out between her legs and made the couch she sat up upon shake and bang against the wall.

Her cries built up to a crescendo, and then a deafening pause infected the air.

Then she went, “UUUUuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhrrrrrrllllllllllll!”

She froze, with her feet tensing, stretching out the nylon between them, and one hand spread, shivering in the air!

Yes! It seemed she was coming. Unbelievable but true! My Mum with the optician, behind Dad’s back, was orgasming in abandon on Mr. Miller’s dick!

“orgasming in abandon on Mr Miller’s dick!”

When he pulled off her, he turned to the side, and Mum lay back on the couch, pulling her legs right up to her chest. For the first time, I saw her naked body. It was really sexy, with firm wobbling boobs, a hairy crotch, and nipples that stood up all red and excited.

I also saw he was still hard, maybe he hadn’t come yet. His dick was a great big veiny thing maybe 10 inches long, with a foreskin that only just covered his huge onion like knob end!

It still throbbed at her, and I felt sick to my stomach to know he’d just used that huge sausage dick on Mum, but my cock pulsed even harder, to see how aroused she was by it.

I couldn’t believe what happened next. He took hold of his large pen, and Mum let him prod it on her bumcheeks, while lecturing her about the unpaid bill.

“Do you know what I’m gonna do to you, Teresa?”, he patronised.

“Yes, Sir!”, she chirped, widening her legs upward a bit, and letting one hand reach back into her hair, posing for him like some 60’s sex symbol.

He moved his hand down, putting the pen between her twitching buttocks. Then he touched it on her arsehole.

Suddenly, Mum gasped, then let out a deafening groan, almost a roar, of mixed lust and indignation, as he pushed it up her arse!

I watched the lewd, shocking sight of Mum and the optician having a very rude sex session. He was in there with her, and Mum was lying back, offering her bare behind to him and his pen!

Mum actually went “OOOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRGHHHH!”, as he shoved it up her bum!

The optician shoved his pen up my Mum’s bum!

“OOOOUURRGH!” as he STUCK IT UP HER BUM!

My stomach lurched as he began to waggle it around, wiggling it sideways, then up and down, and then twisting it around, making her surprisingly broad, dark and creased arsehole twitch and stretch at his ministrations.

She made moans of surprise and disgust but clear enjoyment as he did it!

Keeping her legs up with one hand, she reached out for his dick with the other. I saw her little dainty fingers take his shaft, and begin to pull him off over her body.

She skilfully wanked off the optician, as he turned, twisted and plugged the pen around up her bum! It was so rude seeing Mum let him do it, even encouraging him by wanking him lewdly like she was a prostitute, and waving her eyebrows suggestively. All the while she was looking back and forth from his face to the object being waggled in her arsehole!

Smirking now at him, she blew raspberries and giggled about the thing stuck in her bung, between her groans, as if she was shocked but liked it.

He snarled in lust at that, “Woarrgh!”, and in his lust he really jiggled and shoved the pen around harder, right up her arse.

His other hand reached out to her tits now, crudely grabbing them and squeezing them alternately, with Mum’s red aroused nipples poking up between his fingers.

Her shockingly lewd behaviour for that big pervert was so weirdly erotic that I gasped, and held my breath, hoping I wasn’t seen or heard, as my sperm poured into my handkerchief. All this was making me shudder in ecstasy and humiliation, all at once, transfixed by this sight!

Her hand worked on his dick, expertly squeezing, pulling and rubbing, and now she panted out in rhythm, in time to her jerkings off.

It was both the most disgusting sight I’d ever seen, yet the most arousing I’d ever seen!

Suddenly, his hand left the pen, and a big jet of sperm shot out of him, landing with a splat across Mum’s aroused tits!

“YES!”, he snarled, as Mum giggled and wobbled her defiled, cum streaked, cheating tits in encouragement!

Oh my God, he was having my Mum in the dirtiest way in there, and I peeped on their secret, hot and peverted adultery!

“Ahh yes, do it, you dirty man!” she said, and she pointed his dick over her body, directing his jets over her navel and filling it up, then directing spurts over her crotch, splattering her pubic hair with his white juice.

Now she smiled at him as she held him toward her bum, to let all the rest of his sponk splurt and shoot down her bumcrack, splattering and covering her cornhole. The pen still quivered, unattended, embedded in her brown hole!

I thought that was it, so I hurriedly put myself away and sat down, expecting their speedy emergence, but there was more.

After some minutes, I heard him say, “And now are you ready to give me the extra, Teresa?”

She replied, “Yes Sir. I am ready.”

I still didn’t get up, for fear of being seen at the window, now. I waited quietly, wondering what the extra he insisted on actually was.

Suddenly I heard him laugh loudly, and Mum said, “Ooohh, it’s gone right in! Ooohh God, how could you?” Soon I heard her groaning again, and him slapping something. So I risked a look at the window again, and saw that Mum was leaning side on, against the wall. He was behind her, shoving his cock into her, and slapping her arse. Then I saw the worst bit.

She shifted a little, and I saw his boner was right up her bum! Mum was taking the optician up the arse!

So that was the “Extra” that Mum had to pay, and what the receptionist had mocked us about. He had demanded to shag my Mum up her shithole! Worse, she’d ended up agreeing to it!

It was a bit sick making, to watch his enormous, veiny willy sliding into my Mum’s brown bumhole, right there in the otherwise placid premises amid the quiet and unsuspecting shopping centre outside. People were probably going past outside, people who knew us, even. Friends, relatives, neighbours; all were unaware of what the local optician was doing to my Mum in there!

Under theirs and my Dad’s noses, was Mum’s lewd affair with Mr. Miller!

He had a hand round her waist, pulling her back onto him, and the other grabbing her blonde permed hair, as he crudely shoved himself up her dirtbox.

He growled as he fucked her arsehole.

“Hulllgh! Ullgh! Hullllgh!”

He fucked her up the you-know-what!

“Do you like it, Teresa?”

“Yes, Sir! Hooohh, Huuurrmmhh!”

She was being shoved against the wall, her tits squashing on the plaster and she had a hand tightly between her legs, squeezing her hairy cunt hard. He smacked her bum hard as he sodomized her. Smack! Slap! Whack! Her buttocks quivered like smacked jellies.

She was tossing her head around in joy. I didn’t want to be seen if she turned this way, so I sat down again, leaving the window.

I waited there, I’m not sure how long, but hearing every grunt, slap and exclamation from them was both straining on my mind and very arousing. I got hard again. I risked another look, when I heard the fucking sounds stop.

Now, he was stood there, with Mum just turning round to kneel before him. She held his huge erection by the root, near his balls, and her free hand went down between her legs, rubbing herself on her hot hairy pussy.

She let his foreskin roll back a bit. Then she exclaimed, “Oooooohhh!”, and chuckled ripely!

I couldn’t be sure what I saw, with the dimmed view I had, but I thought I saw something!

I hoped it wasn’t, because Mum just opened her lips and went, “Ooommmmmmgghhhh!”, clamping them round his dick, and squeezed her cunt in deep joy!

She sucked him deeply, and the sweet loving Mum I was used to certainly seemed to know how to suck a dick! He quickly tensed up, and I saw his cock thud and throb in Mum’s lips. She sucked hard, swallowing deeply. He was shooting his sponk in her mouth!

She moaned appreciatively, and slowly raunched her hips onto her hand, climaxing as she took his ejaculate on her tongue, with her closed lips catching every drop!

I heard them cleaning themselves up, and soon they came out, with Mum looking all happy again, and even Mr. Miller had a smirk on his face! Very unusual for the patronising, stuck up bastard, except when he was around my Mum, perhaps!

Mum said wasn’t it nice of Mr. Miller to let her have the glasses for free! She thanked him for being so kind! I mumbled an answer when she insisted I thank him too!

However, the black girl stopped Mum as we went to leave, and wanted a private word with her.

I was told to wait outside. I could see her talking to Mum in the reception area, and she produced a videotape. I didn’t catch the cover, but Mum went bright red. The girl then grabbed my Mum in an embrace, letting her black hands go up Mum’s skirt, lifting it at the back and squeezing Mum’s bumcheeks hard, and jiggling them up and down as she said something obviously suggestive! I saw Mum nodding then, meekly, as the girl wagged her finger, clearly demanding or warning about something.

The black girl joked as she let us out, that Mum might want to go out the backdoor instead, and slapped Mum’s bottom as she said so! Mum went red again! As we walked away, she called out after us, “So remember Teresa, I’ll be in touch about the little sessions you owe me now!” and pretended to lash a whip in the air, going “Whoo-TSSHH!” at us!

Mum wouldn’t answer my questions about why she went off alone with Mr. Miller, and denied anything personal had happened, even berating me for suspecting so!

However, at bedtime that night, I found Mum had left her used tights from that day, as if by accident, just outside my bedroom door. I took them, and during the night I wanked like crazy with them, with my dick in the toes of her nylons.

I was muttering “Ohhh, Mum! Ooolla, Mum!” as the scenes of her with Mr. Miller whirled round in my mind.

Yes, I wanked in a tormented frenzy into the tights that Mum had fucked the optician in, and recalled her sweating and groaning in passion!

I’m sure I heard her laugh at one point, from her room, but I assumed it was just talking in her sleep, and that she couldn’t have heard me.

Was she teasing me on purpose? I couldn’t be sure. Anyway, she never said a thing about finding her tights all thick with my sperm the next day!

I naturally wondered what the cheeky young negress had meant about what she said as we left, and though I waited for signs, I had no indication of anything, so I worked my usual shifts and carried on. One day the girl called on the phone, asking for Mum in a cheeky, mocking tone, and Mum took the call in her room, shutting the door. Large brown envelopes soon sometimes arrived for her in the post, posted locally. She’d immediately take them to her room and I’d see nothing of their contents, but sometimes her vibrators were left out on the bed later on, I would peep in as I walked past. However, about two months afterward, I was looking in Mum’s underwear drawer for some of her tights or panties to wank into [No, NOT to wear myself, I ain’t into that!]

Well, I found some A4 brown envelopes at the bottom of her lowest drawer, hidden among all the clothes.With this was a large vibrator of Mum’s. I opened the envelopes. In them, I found, were a big collection of large photographs. The first one I got out was a close-up of Mum with her tongue pushed right down between the toes of that very black girl!

There was the tip of a nasty looking whip lodged between her large fleshy toes, and Mum was having to try to dig it out with her tongue! Her eyes were screwed up in concentration, and the black girl’s face showed in the background, a nasty snarling expression of scorn and cruel joy on her features! She’d put a dog leash on Teresa too, like a bitch slave! In others, Mum was licking out little bits of sock fluff from between the girl’s toes. I shivered in shame and deep humiliation as I discovered the pictures, and like every hooked cuckold-type, I got a massive bonk on; my shameful lust took over.

Another showed Mum sucking on the negress’ soles, with her dusky feet all covered with Mum’s saliva. In another, Mum was again kneeling before the girl, who had hold of Mum’s hair quite aggressively, and she was directing Mum to lick at the blister in the middle of the sole of her big dark foot. Others showed her whipping Mum’s bare arse very cruelly, in various positions, with Mum clearly yelling as her poor bum was lashed with red weals. The negress had a fucking big bullwhip, lashing at Mum’s naked body with it. In others, had Mum on all fours, riding her like a horse and yanking at the dog leash round Mum’s neck! Others showed Mum licking the ebony girl’s pussy; and her arsehole. Yes, Mum had her tongue shoved up the black ass of her tormentor. Various other things were shown too, such as them sixty-nining, or the girl poking various unusual objects into Mum’s cunt or arsehole- pencils, lipsticks, feathers, spoons, lots of things! She was sucking hard on Mum’s tits with her sexy thick lips too, and doing all sorts of things to her. The black girl had obviously seduced or coerced Mum into kinky lesbian sex sessions! She got off on dominating and humiliating my Mum. I don’t know who took the pics, though! The girl had written comments on the back of the photos, too; rude and dirty things, in a mocking, cheeky tone. They mostly seemed to be taken in a house somewhere, and Mum had been sent the pics of the sessions later, and was tickling her fanny over them, obviously! OMG, what had Mum gotten herself into???!!

You can imagine how they made me feel!

I’ve never forgotten that experience. It revealed a lot about her to me, and spurred on my secret thoughts of her.
Here’s some drawings I did about it!

Remember, out there there’s not just cuckolding wives, there’s cuckolding moms, too!

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My boss brought Anna to my house really late one night. They had met at a club and had been drinking. He didn’t think he could make it home so he stopped by my house and we talked for awhile. It turns out that my boss was going to get lucky that night but that were all hot and sweaty from dancing and partying and I volunteered my bathroom for them to freshen up. Before you knew it he had my camera in his hand and they both went to take a shower. I had to wait till the next day to see this video of her showering! Damn is she hot!

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Aphrodite Notte doing a sexy strip tease!

What's up boys? I'm getting ready to leave for a little vacation for New Years but my photographer thought we should do a quick photo shoot for you. Honestly, it was perfect timing because I was horny as hell and knew I wouldn't have any private time for the next few days and wouldn't be able to get any sexual satisfaction. Family vacations are always fun with my family, but there's one thing I know won't be happening until I get back home. My parent's are pretty strict so you know they'll be keeping an eye on me.

I think I did a pretty sexy strip tease, taking off my shirt and revealing that I wasn't wearing a bra. Then I took off my skirt to show off my thong. By then I was starting to get pretty horny, just posing naked wasn't enough. It wasn't long before I was fingering my damp teen pussy.

Visit Aphrodite Notte to see all the sexy pictures from this photo shoot. And don't worry boys, I'll be back in a few days with more photos and videos. And if I get lucky maybe I'll have a sexual adventure or two to share with you guys.

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