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My GFE

By: mdp_2004



My heart beat faster and a weight grew heavier in the pit of my stomach with each number I pressed on my cell phone. I was calling Xerxes, a T-girl whose ad I found online and coveted ever since. She is 5'11", Latina, with soft brown skin, black eyes and a friendly smile. Her pictures are alluring, not trashy. She is selling the Girl Friend Experience. There is no email address, just a phone number. 

"Hi this is Xerxes," she says. Her voice is friendly with a trace of optimism. I like her instantly.

"Hi, this is Bob," I say flatly. I am nervous. My mouth is dry and I can feel my face redden.

"Are you looking for a date Bob?" she asks.

"I saw your ad online and was wondering if you would be a good fit for me. I am straight." I'm still nervous and the words coming out of my mouth are unrehearsed. 

"I love straight men Bob. Are you available now?" she asked.

"Yes. I have a particular fantasy." 

"Yes?" she says with hesitant curiosity.

"I want to slow dance with a pretty woman and kiss romantically. Would you allow me to do that with you on a first date?"

"Yes Bob I would love that. You sound like a really nice guy. When can you meet?"

"I can meet this afternoon. I have to clean up, shave and get myself presentable, like your ad requires."

"What music do you enjoy Bob?"

"I was thinking something slow but not too slow, light-fare without singing, something relaxing that feeds arousal."

"How about we meet at 4 pm? Will that work for you?"

I accept her time offer and she gives me directions to her in-call location. As we say good bye, I am aware that my nervousness is gone and that I'm glad I called her.

My appointment is in two hours and I jump up and down with excitement as I think about what to wear. I decide on a navy blazer and khaki slacks, a white shirt and a red tie. I hardly dress this way anymore but I know I look good this way. I know I'm paying for sex with someone but it's the girl friend experience with a twist that I want and so dressing up for her is really the best choice. 

At 3:30 pm I leave my house and drive to the grocery store and pick up some fresh flowers. Roses seem overly dramatic and so I choose Lilies for fragrance and sensuality. If we fall in love, I will buy her roses.

At 4 pm I call her from the parking lot she told me to park in and I give her my license plate information. Within a minute of speaking with her she taps on the passenger side of my car and I open the door. My heart is pounding on my chest and she steps between me and the door. So far she looks damn good as I can see smooth brown skin above and below her dark mini skirt. A gold chain hangs at her waist and then I see her face as she bends at the waist to peer into my car.

"Hi" she exclaims.

"Hi, wow. You are gorgeous!" I say with enthusiasm.

"Thank you sweetie," she says to me. 

"Do you want to get in? I brought you some flowers."

"Aw, they're beautiful. I love Lilies." 

I opened my car door, "Here let me put them in the back and you can sit up front with me," I said as I got out. 

"Well honey, why don't you lock up your car and follow me. My place is just in there. She pointed to a building. 

"Okay," I said "let me get the flowers out." I retrieved them and then locked my car and met her at the front of my car. "You look absolutely gorgeous. I know I just said that but I can't help it. You do."

"Honey you are very sweet and attractive. Let's be quiet for a few moments, walk inside and then follow me, okay?"

"Okay," I said and then got nervous all of a sudden. 

She put her hand on the outside door handle and turned to me and said "Just keep your eyes on my ass and everything will be okay. Then she kissed me briefly on the lips."

We made it into an elevator and went up two floors and then walked down a hallway and into a suite at the other end of the hall. Once inside the suite, I handed her the flowers along with an envelope. Soft music played in the background, light sweet incense burned in a corner and candle light illuminated the enclave. She put the flowers to her nostrils and inhaled their scent as she turned and put them on the table by the door. "They smell so good, I don't want to forget them," she said.

I turned and walked into the suite to check it out. I figured it would be a good opportunity with my back turned for her to look in the envelope and see the payment and the tip. I looked out the window and saw the skyline of my city and thought for a moment that my wife would like this view but then I dismissed that thought as this circumstance was just for me. 

I turned to face Xerxes and noticed that the envelope was hidden from my view. She smiled and said "would you like something to drink?"

"Maybe some ice water, I don't drink alcohol."

"Me neither. Ice water it is. Be right back."

I followed her into the kitchen and put my arms around her and my hands on the counter as she opened a cabinet. "Is this okay Xerxes, I can't help it you are so beautiful I just want to begin right here."

"Uh huh baby," she said and turned her head to face me while keeping her right hand on the cabinet door. Our lips met and we began an indefinite kiss. Our mouths opened together and we tongued each other softly, delicately. It was a slow moving, exploratory and sensual kiss. Just the kind I craved with this woman. I moved both my hands down to her hips and turned her body to face me. Her arms moved around my neck and our kiss grew hotter as she moaned in my mouth.

"You kiss really good baby, I like it' she whispered to me. 

"So do you Xerxes," I whispered back and then kissed her cheek and down her jaw line to her neck and then upward and behind her ear. I tongued her ear lobe lightly and then made a wet trail back down her neck, alternating kisses and licks.

She moaned and purred as made my way to her chest and unraveled her halter top. Her breasts hung upright and outward, nearly bursting from the bags that filled them. Fake looked wonderful on her and I kissed and licked the sides of her beautiful breasts as I traveled down her front side.

I managed to kneel about the time I reached her navel. The floor was hard and so was my cock. This was really happening. My lust was kicking in on a high gear and I wanted to suck her cock now more than ever. 

I tilted my gaze upward and she was looking down at me with those sexy dark eyes. "You look so good baby, are you comfortable? Do you want to stay there or maybe go to my bed?" 

"I need to stay right here for now."

"Okay honey, I understand completely. Just take your time and let me know what you want me to do."

"You're perfect Xerxes. So beautiful, all I really want to do is give you pleasure."

"Oh honey, you're gonna make me get emotional."

I slipped my hands from her waist to her thighs and felt her warmth. Her legs were softer than my wife's and I relished in the moment of touching her bare skin. With deftness I grasped the hem of her skirt and pulled it up with one hand while I braced my left hand on her right thigh. Beneath her skirt the package lay full in a red silk panty and without further delay I leaned in to kiss it. 

When my lips made contact with the silky material I felt Xerxes move her hands on top of mine. "Let me help you honey," she said and then she unlatched it at her waist and flung it to the floor. "There. Only one thing in the way of your fantasy now baby," she whispered. "Take all the time you need."

I leaned in and kissed the material that was hiding the treasure I sought. The size and shape had changed dramatically since my fist kiss and I felt a firmness that had not been there before. My heart raced again as I realized I was now going to follow-through on my cock-sucking fantasy. Xerxes cock was to be my first and so with full arousal in my own pants, I pulled her panties down to her thighs and felt her cock as it sprang forward and hit my nose.

She giggled sweetly and then stopped and inhaled sharply as I took hold of her cock at its base and kissed it on the tip. The spongy head grew once more and very soon it was rock hard and the full 11 inches as advertised. For someone only 5'8" tall she sure had a massive and beautiful cock, the envy of nearly all men.

Her balls hung below my hand and I reached down to cup them and cradle them as I moved in once more to kiss the tip of her cock. "That feels so good baby. Ooh," she wailed as her pitch carried higher and higher.

She tasted clean and her cock felt wonderful on my lips as I began to take her into my mouth. I felt relaxed now and grateful for all the time a certain phone sex woman has spent with me over the years. She knows all of my most intimate thoughts and feelings and I was supposed to call her and share this moment but I can't. It was supposed to be with a guy and it isn't. It's with a young T-girl named Xerxes and the feelings of joy I'm having right now are for her. It just doesn't feel right to stop and call someone else now. Maybe it could be another visit, if Xerxes will have me back.

Without realizing it, I have swallowed all Xerxes' 11 inches. The feeling in my throat is tight and full yet I do not panic. Instead I slowly withdraw until the head is at my lips and I look up at her. A tear rolls down my cheek and she whispers "where have you been all my life?"

I kiss her cock and then rise to kiss her once more. Her tongue invades my open mouth with a hunger and passion I have never felt from another human being. We kiss deeply like lovers long on experience with one another and we embrace each other tightly.

When our kiss pauses, she can barely contain herself and says "No one has ever deep-throated me before."

"I'm a lover. I need to make love to you with my mouth. I need to feel your body shake and to hear you moan as you orgasm into me."

"Oh baby, take me to my room. I want you naked in bed with me."

I picked her up in my arms with ease. Even close up, comfortably in my arms she looked every bit a woman except for the enormous erection poking up from below. Her right arm circled my neck and a couple times between the kitchen and the bedroom she managed to steal a few French kisses. 

In the bed room I threw her onto the bed and smiled when she looked up at me. I discarded my blazer on a chair and then with both hands I loosened my tie and took it out of my collar and dropped it onto the floor. As I unbuttoned my shirt, Xerxes shoved her panties down to her ankles and then kicked them away. Then she removed her halter and knee walked to the edge of the bed and with a raised finger she beckoned me to her. When I stepped forward and touched the bed she grabbed my shirt and ripped the rest of it open. Three buttons flew to the side in lightning speed but I didn't care. We now had eye contact and there was chemistry between us that would not be stopped at any cost.

As I took my shirt off Xerxes unlatched my belt and opened my slacks. I stepped away and said "let me do the rest." With years of practice behind me, I slipped out of my clothes rather quickly and in flash I was again standing at the edge of her bed. This time, I sported a raging hard on and I felt as though I could be on the verge of penetrating her ass with my cock.

"Baby," she began "I need you to swallow me again. Please?" she asked. 

I moaned this time. Her reaction to me was way better than I ever anticipated and quickly I dropped to my knees and asked her to lie on the bed with legs over the side and open for me. When she got into position, her cock stood straight up and proud while her balls hung below. What an incredibly sexy sight.

Her sex was there for the taking and I took it firmly in my right hand and kissed the tip once again. There was no loss of firmness in the eternity that had passed since I held it to my lips before. And now with my fantasy girl friend Xerxes comfortable on a bed, I could lick and suck her off to my heart's content. 

Just before I take her cock into my mouth, I look up again and spy the digital clock on the table by the window. It is a few minutes after 5 p.m. and I speak up.

"You're okay baby, I'm making an exception. Besides that you tipped me way too high for only an hour."

"Thank you Xerxes. Thank you for everything," I said as I leaned forward and kissed her balls. I licked each one and sucked on her hairless sac with tenderness and care. Xerxes moaned and she whispered "that feels so good honey." I was in heaven, enjoying her scent and taste with full knowledge that what I was doing gave her pleasure. When her balls were sufficiently wet, I licked the underside of her enormous cock from base to tip and then all around the crown. It's rigidity impressed me and I was able to elicit incredible moans as I used the tip of my tongue to pleasure her. Then, in one motion I opened my mouth and took her eleven inches into my throat with ease.

Xerxes hands grasped the back of my head about the same time she muttered "oh my god!" Her pleasure was my pleasure too and from that point on I focused solely on oral cock worship. Xerxes was going to be swallowed whole, savored and tasted. She was going to ride to the top of the rollercoaster and then release a dramatic load as her climax explodes and I am going to receive that release and savor every drop. 

She began thrusting her pelvis upward as her hands held my head in place. "I want to fuck your mouth lover," she whispered.

"Xerxes, would you like to stand and shove your cock down my throat?" I asked her as demurely as I could manage.

"Uh huh, baby, I would and I think I'm going to now," she replied. She moved toward me and straddled me as she dismounted the bed. Then she turned around and put her cock tip into my open mouth. I was like a bird being fed as she shoved her large pole further and further into my mouth and down my throat. She placed her hands along side my head and pushed until her cock sank as deep as it could possibly go. 

I wanted to extend my tongue and lick her balls while she was so deep inside me but I couldn't get my mouth open any wider to move my tongue out. Then as she withdrew her weight from me, the tension on my jaw eased up and I knew that if I could keep my tongue out long enough next time I would lick her balls.

Xerxes was beside herself with lust as she sawed her big tool in and out of my hot mouth and tight throat. She spoke in Spanish and by the tone she used I could tell she was really enjoying herself as much as I was. Soon Xerxes was fucking my mouth so hard and fast that I forgot all about licking her balls. Each time she sank deep inside my throat, she'd pause and then let it throb. When she moaned her pleasure I could feel the vibration in her cock and this in turn led me to stroke myself.

The utter joy I felt with this man/woman was beyond any experience I've ever had. Dreaming is one thing but to experience it first hand with another human being is a whole other level. And to make it even more special I was sharing this experience with someone I liked. Chemistry is not forced and although money got us together I know we are connecting. 

Tears cascaded my face like a waterfall as Xerxes' fiery lust advanced to another gear. She was now grasping my head with both hands and ramming her cock down my throat, withdrawing it to the tip and then ramming it home once again. If my mouth were full of milk, her speed was enough to make butter. My cock raged with heat as I knelt before her, letting her use my mouth and throat as a personal sleeve. Out and in, down and deep, pausing and throbbing, Xerxes worked her cock and her body into a sweat. Perspiration dripped from her face onto my face and neither one of us wanted to stop. 

I could feel her sawing my mouth and throat in a way that made her dominant and I couldn't help but wonder if she felt that way or not. As I managed brief glances at her she still seemed that sweet sexy Latina on the outside, albeit a shiny sweaty one. Yet her hands firmly clasped my face and the flat of her stomach smacked my forehead as she slammed herself into me. In all my senses were overtaken and I began to warm to the idea of surrendering my ass to her if she wanted it. 

I could let her use me for a long time. It is easy to swallow her whole as she glides her big cock in and out of me. When her cock throbs all the way down my throat and bottoms out in the vast space leading to my stomach, I sense she is on the verge of a really big orgasm and I love how my anticipation of her spray inside me makes my dick hard.

I want to tell her she can cum where she pleases. I want to ask her if she'll take my virgin ass too. I want to ask her if she'll be my dominant and use me any way she wants on future visits. I want to cum too and wonder if as my dominant she will permit it.

Then it happens. Her cock erupts in my mouth. It is copious, warm and thick. I love how it tastes and then she pushes herself deeper and I can feel her cock pulse and spasm as she sinks it to the depths of my throat. She is unloading a ton in my throat and I know it is going directly into my stomach. I like it. In one giant orgasm she has made me her cum dump.

More Spanish ensures. I don't understand the words but the tone is sexual. Her release is physical and emotional and as the orgasm declines in strength her hands begin caressing my ears. And when she withdraws from my throat, I suck her cock more firmly, squeezing out the last drops as she pulls the head from my lips. I swallow and taste her cum for the first time. It is sweet, like she is.

She drops down to her knees and we face each other. "Baby, that was the best I've ever had" she said to me with an incredible smile. "Now I want to do you."

I smiled and then we kissed.

Three hours after arriving I left Xerxes' suite sexually drained and looking forward to the date we had set. Roses would be appropriate next time.

My Gianni...



****working on finishing the conclusion to Natasha and Gianni's story...got sidetracked in my writers block and decided to write about this amazing guy, my inspiration....my Gianni

but not to worry. i'm finishing up la dolce vita soon!

names have been changed.****

June 22, 2007

Sobbing I kicked off my stilettos and shimmied out of the black silk dress. Instead I shrugged into an oversized men's shirt I'd borrowed from my brother upon painting his apartment. I pulled on a pair of black leggings and slipped my feet into my puma running shoes. I wrenched the pins from my hair, the dark locks falling over my shoulders only to mash a baseball cap on my head. 

I left the lights on in the bedroom and turned the music on low. I locked the door after I slipped out of the room. I wanted him to think that I was still angry with him and locking him out of the bedroom. Yes, I was angry but I was afraid too. I didn't know what he would do if he'd known I was leaving. He was in one of his terrifyingly unpredictable moods tonight. I didn't want to test him. I was trying to give myself some time. I had hurriedly packed my things into the overpriced Hartmann luggage set and crept out into the hall. 

I had thought about taking my car but then halted. It was in his name. He could report it stolen and that was something I couldn't see myself dealing with at the moment. 

The steps creaked as I tried to quietly move down the stairs. I winced halted listening for his movement or some indication that he'd heard me but he was seated in the breakfast room, his paperwork spread around him, the television on too loud for him to hear my movements. I moved clumsily, my laptop bag crossed over one shoulder, overnight bag over the other, as I struggled with the weight of my suitcase in my hands. 

The alarm was on the front door. I froze. He would hear me if I deactivated it. So I slowly, quietly slid to the basement door and slipped down the stairs. The alarm would be on the basement door too so gently lowered my bags from the window which I'd slid open. And then I waited in the darkness.

It wasn't long before my cell phone buzzed against my hip, tucked into the waistband of my leggings. "Hello?"

It was Aiden. "I'm here." 

I pulled a chair over to the window and climbed out with all the grace I could muster before dropping to the ground and nearly tripping over my bags laying there. But I recovered quickly, my heart in my throat as I realized that even in the back of the house I would be setting off the motion sensor lights that ran around the perimeter. I just hoped he would think it was a deer or raccoon like it usually was and he had not gone to check the bedroom yet. 

I stepped off the patio off the back door and stumbled over the pathway. The footstones leading around the side of the house hadn't been tended and were overgrown. 

I emerged from the side of the house and sighted the taillights of the car that had pulled up right past the edge of our property. When he stepped out of his sleek black sports car it occurred to me...he's my Gianni. He wore a black cap over his dark hair, the bill pulled down low over his eyes, a black sleeveless t-shirt, and black adidas track pants. The muscles stood out sleekly but visibly in his arms. The tattoo stood out vividly on one muscular shoulder. There was shadow on his cheeks. His eyes were heavy lidded with sleep but the dark orbs were alert. It was nearly 1am but he's shot up in bed immediately upon hearing my voice tearfully rippling across the phone lines. "Just get ready to get out of there, Olivia. I'll be there," he had said. 

He stalked around the side of the car and opened his trunk and took my bags from me. I slid into the passenger seat next to him and he flicked on the overhead light. Gently taking my chin in his hand he turned my face to him. I wouldn't meet his gaze but he lifted the bill of my cap to peruse my face. "You okay?" 

The warm strength of his voice soothed my frayed nerves almost immediately. His mouth tightened and his honey colored eyes darkened with anger as he noted the tears streaking my face and the way my lips trembled. 

He released his hold and the lights flicked off. The powerful engine roared as he made a u-turn and tore down the street. I leaned back and turned my face to the window as I watched the street lights pass by as the highway sped by. I usually hated that he drove so fast, but now I could only think that the faster I got away, the better. I could feel his gaze on me, see his reflection in the window. 

I glanced at him as he drove. I took in the firm set of his jawline darkened with stubble, the sensual curve of his mouth below the patrician nose. His changeling eyes were thickly lashed with dark fringe. The passing streetlights washed amber light over his deeply tanned skin. This man was beautiful, I'd thought so since his little sister and I were twelve. I would see him coming and going but I had never been a part of his world until the last couple years and he'd moved back to town from graduate school. He'd become one of my very best friends., unfailing in his loyalty. 

He glanced at me and caught me looking. He moved his hand to cover my knee, his fingers lightly caressing...soothing. He turned his palm up, his gaze on the road, and I tentatively slid my hand into his. His fingers closed warmly around mine and he gave my hand a slight reassuring squeeze. 

I sighed and let my eyes drift closed as I lay my head back against the headrest. ***

He placed my bags inside the foyer and turned to face me as I stood in his doorway. Smiling faintly, he took my shoulders in his hands and drew me towards him. I gazed mutely up into his face. 

"It's going to be alright," he said running his thumb over the tear streaks on my cheeks. He grinned, showing off perfectly white teeth against tanned skin. He drew me inside, closing the door behind us. "Hungry?" he asked as he padded towards the kitchen and disappeared around the corner. 

I didn't answer. I stood in the doorway a moment, feeling as thought the energy were draining from my limbs. I walked down the familiar hallway and walked into his bedroom. 

The room was wholly masculine, the whole room in dark subdued blacks and dark greys. Dark wood furniture with smooth clean lines, black and white photography on the walls. I paused at a picture on the dresser. I didn't remember when it was taken. My own face smiled back at me as I was looking over my shoulder at the camera. His arm was slung around my shoulders, the other hand wrapped around mine and held against his chest. I was surprised to see that there amongst the other pictures of friends and cityscapes.  

A large bed dominated the room, it's bedding black and grey. I slipped out of my sneakers and tossed my hat on his chair. I pulled the shirt over my head, pushed my leggings down my legs and stood in his room in bra and black bra and black boycut panties. I moved to the bed and pulled back the covers before sliding between the cool sheets. I sighed in relief and closed my eyes, willing myself to stop the trembling which seemed intent on taking over my limbs.

"Comfortable?" He was standing in the doorway, a small smile curving on his lips. 

The sight of me in his bed was not unusual. After a night out, it wasn't unusual for everyone to head back to his place to crash and he would find me asleep in his bed. He would slide beneath the covers and keep to his own side of the bed. If anything, he was always unfailing in his self control. I was his little sister's best friend, off limits. I would wake in the morning, finding that I had migrated to his side of the bed. I would find myself laying against his chest, his skin warm beneath my cheek, my arm thrown across the hard ripples of his stomach and my leg thrown over his own. 

He would wake and ruffle my hair. "Morning, kid," he'd grin before slipping from the bed.

Aiden stepped into the room and pulled his shirt over his head. I couldn't help my gaze from skimming over the hard planes of his body before averting my gaze. 

I scooted over in the bed and turned my back to him as I heard him stripping down to his boxers and the light switched off, tossing the room into darkness. He slid beneath the covers and settled into bed. 

I had expected him to keep to his side of the bed as was our custom but I was surprised to feel his heavily muscled arm encircle my waist as he dragged me into the curve of his body. 

His breath was warm against my neck and he pressed a small kiss against my shoulder as he pulled me tightly against him. "Shhh," he soothed. "You're safe, baby. Go to sleep." 

I sank into the warmth of his arms and sighed. I'd never felt safer in my life. I'd all but fallen asleep as we lay in bed, him curled protectively around me when he groaned and rolled away from me. 

I turned to him in the darkness. "What?" 

He shook his head. "Nothing, baby girl. Go back to sleep."

I stared at him. He lay on his back gazing at the ceiling. My voice was tentative. "Come back over here?"

He shook his head again. "I'd better not, Olivia." 

I was hurt and i couldn't help the pout that entered my voice. "Why not? Did I do something wrong?"

He sighed. "No honey, it's all my fault."

Confused, but feeling stubbornness rise in me I scooted closer to him and snuggled against his side. I nestled my head against his shoulder and rested my palm against the smooth hardness of his chest. I threw my leg over his own only to come into contact with the hardness jutting from his center. I had done that? My mind reeled.

He groaned and squeezed his eyes shut. His breath hissed from between clenched teeth. "Please, baby, just go back over there." 

I stared up at the him, at his stubbled jaw. 

He swallowed thickly. "I intended to leave you alone tonight. I just wanted to you feel safe and protected. I wanted to restrain myself from touching you in that way, not when you're feeling vulnerable." He cleared his throat and shifted. "I'm going to the couch." 

I wrapped my leg around one of his own and tightened my arm over his chest stilling him when he would have risen from the bed. "Please don't." I whispered. "Please?" 

He lay still, his gaze still fixed on the ceiling. 

I gently traced my fingertips over his jaw, over the warm softness of his mouth. I cupped his cheek in my hand and turned his face to mine so that our faces were mere inches apart and we were staring at one another in the darkness. I buried my fingers in the dark silken locks of his hair and pulled his face down to mine and pressed my lips against his. He groaned against my mouth, his arms coming around me as he turned and crushed me against his body. The hardness of his erection pressing insistently against my stomach. 

He skillfully took over the kiss, his tongue teasing the seam of my lips before delving into the heat of my mouth. He swallowed my moans as he rolled me onto my back. I accepted the weight of him pressing down onto me gratefully as my hips cradled his own. I reached down between are bodies and wrapped my hand around the thick heat of him. His size surprised me but I felt sweet warmth curling in my stomach and south of my bellybutton. 

"Aiden," I breathed in between kisses. I placed my hand on his chest and he pulled back as I insistently pushed him onto his back. 

I quickly shimmed out of my underwear beneath the covers and rolled over to straddle his hips. He groaned and arched as he felt the heat of me pressed against his boxer clad cock, only the thin material between them. 

I rocked my hips slowly, causing his breath to catch in his throat as I placed my hands on his chest and leaned down to press my lips to his once more. With a growl he reached up and buried his hand in my dark locks as he kissed me back with fervor, his lips demanding. With his free hand he reached down into his boxers and pulled his rigid cock free. He brushed the tip back and forth across my slit, the head becoming slick with my wetness. I whimpered at the exquisite feel of the head of his cock brushing against my clit before settling against my tight entrance. 

Wrapping one arm around my waist to hold me in place, Aiden pressed his hips upward sliding past my folds into the tight heat of my pussy until my clit was pressed against his pelvic bone and he was buried deep inside of me. 

"You feel so good, baby," he moaned as he grasped my hips and slowly rocked me back and forth, moving so that my clit brushed against him with each thrust. 

I cried out and he smiled. 

Rising, my hands on his chest, I began to ride him rocking my hips. Aiden watched in fascination as I rode him, pleasure evident in the small perfect 'o' of my lips. 

God, he loved her mouth. He reached ran his hands over my breasts, brushing his fingertips over the taut nipples. His hands trailed down her hips and lifted me slightly only to pull me down hard onto his cock, impaling me over and over again. 

"Ah, fuck," he gasped and drew me down so that my breasts were within reach of his mouth and he took one tip into his mouth and then the other, swirling his tongue around the bud. 

Suddenly he grabbed my hips and held me aloft and in place. I gazed down into his face only to cry out in pleasure as he thrust up into me hard. He pistoned his hips against me, driving him self hard and deeply into me. I cried out as he took me hard. 

Without warning he rolled me beneath him and thrust into me. I wrapped my legs around him. He moved against me, his chest rubbing against my breasts, my clit rubbing against his body. I arched beneath him, feeling waves of pleasure rippling through my body. "Aiden," I gasped as I felt my sheath tighten around him and the orgasm flooded through me and I came hard, my sheath squeezing and rippling around his thickness. 

Aiden pressed his hips against me and I felt his cock twitch inside me. He buried his face against my neck and low groan wrenched from his throat as he thrust hard and emptied himself inside of me. 

He lay still a moment, my arms and legs still wrapped around him, keeping him in place before he rolled onto his back again, pulling me to lay pressed against his side. 

He sighed and he let out a small chuckle, "You have no idea how long I've waited to do that."    

I glance up at him questioningly. 

He grinned. "You have no idea how hard it's been sleeping next to you all this time, and you rolling over and rubbing up against me in the night. I never got any sleep. I just have to concentrate on not rolling over and burying myself inside you." 

I smiled at that. "That why you always duck out of bed so fast in the morning?"

He tightened an arm around me. "Cold shower," he answered and I laughed. 

We both smiled contentedly in the darkness and his fingertips trailed lightly up and down my arm before we both gave into sleep for the first time.



My Giant Cock Obsession



I was playing some basketball down at the gym the other day with a bunch of my buddies. We had a great game, strenuous, but fun. Afterword, instead of hitting the showers, Cody and I just stayed in our gym trunks and t-shirts and I went out for a couple of beers. Cody's a great guy. A 31 year old divorced stock broker, 6'4" tall and chiseled out of granite. We'd been work out buddies on occasion and the one time I'd actually seen him with his shirt off, I thought he looked like a fuckin' marine, very lean muscular build.

Anyways, we punched a couple of brews, had a few laughs and I took him back to his house to drop him off. He seemed to want the good times to keep rolling when he asked me in for another beer. It sounded good to me, so I followed him into his house. He said to make my self at home while he grabbed us a couple more beers. He had a pretty nice house. I was checking out his living room....nice large flat screen television and what looked like a couple of hundred DVDs. He had a couple of large couches and recliners positioned perfectly for watching TV. I was perusing his movie collection, when I noticed a sizable collection of porn. No real problem there, I have been known to rent a porno or two occasionally for myself and my wife. We'd watch them together and have a little fun afterword, or maybe sometimes during the movie. 

Cody came in with a couple of opened beers in his hand and handed me one. I said that he had a nice place, perfect for a bachelor, and that he probably has thrown a few wild parties.

"Yeah," He chuckled, "a few."

"I was looking at your collection of porn.... Dude, that's quite a bit."

He laughed again, "Yeah, what can I say....It's a bit lonely sometimes... You know?"

"What do you mean? Aren't you dating Beth from down at the gym?"

"Oh yeah, She's great, but she has her life, and I have mine."

We sat down and started drinking our beers and discussing different things...work...finances...yada yada. I drank the rest of my beer and another and excused myself for a bathroom break. When I came back, I noticed Cody had put a movie in and was kicked back on the couch, sipping his beer and watching.

It was the beginning of an old western, one that I'd seen more than a few times. "I love this one," I said, "It's got one of the best gunfight scenes I've ever seen,"

"Yeah, no doubt, Robert Duvall kicks it in this one."

We watched it for awhile, but I think Cody got a little bored, because he fast forwarded it to the final gun battle, while we polished off another beer. 

I was feeling a bit sloshed when the movie ended and we just sat there in silence and watched the credits scroll down the screen. "What now?" Cody finally asked.

"I dunno....pop in a porno." I told him.

"Cool...Which one?"

"Fuck, I don't know...Surprise me."

He got up and rummaged through a few DVDs when he finally came up with one. "Ah, this is one of my favorites..."

He popped it in and hit play. Soon a title came on the screen...."Big Assed Movie" , Oh fuck", I chuckled." I like it already". I cracked open probably my eighth or ninth beer and settled in for a little action.

"This has got some great looking bitches in it," Cody said.

We watched a few minutes of the opening credits before the movie went straight to some hot action. This naked buxom blond was kissing this dude very deeply. She then went down and began to kiss and lick his semi erect cock. He was moaning how good this felt, and funny enough, I was thinking the same thing.

Pretty soon he was fully erect and pushed her back on the bed a crawled between her knees and began to work his large dick into her hairless pussy. She immediately began to moan and praise him for his expert use of his big member.

"Yeah, I see what you mean," I said. "I've only seen a few minutes of it, and it's already one of my favorite movies too."

Cody laughed, "Hell, the good part hasn't even come up yet."

The guy on the screen continued to fuck her with his big dick and the girl began to get a little more worked up. "Fuck yes..... Yes push it in farther....yeah....yeah....oh......fuck."

I watched as the stud ravaged her vagina and began to get a little worked up myself. I could feel my cock trying to harden within the confines of my jockstrap. I shifted a little to reposition it so that it wasn't so uncomfortable. I glanced over at Cody sitting on the other sofa. He was just kicking back sipping on his beer.

The girl on the screen was still getting her pussy plowed, still moaning and telling the guy how much she loved his cock. "Fuck yeah baby....Fuck yeah.....Oooohh Baby..... Fuck my ass baby...I want it in my ass, Baby..........stick your big dick in my ass baby." He then pulled his cock out of her and the camera zoomed in to focus on his large member. It looked to be about 10" and was still glistening with the juices of the girl's vagina. My cock lurched a little, thinking how much she was enjoying being filled with his giant penis. 

She was lying back on her bed, with her legs spread wide. The guy put a hand under each knee and lifted her ass off of the bed a little. The girl guided his dick to the entrance of her ass. She rubbed the large head up and down a couple of times over her brown pucker and you could hear her breathing heavier. Finally he began to push into her and she really began to go wild. "FUCK YEAH.......FUCK YEAH...MORE BABY....MORE............OOOOOOOHHH......FUCK YEAH!"

My dick was now hard as nails and I was hoping Cody couldn't notice from across the room. The girl on screen was screaming in ecstasy while the stud pounded his dick into her asshole. "This bitch really actually seems to enjoy getting ass fucked," Cody commented. "Not like any girl I've ever been with."

"Yeah," I said, "No prostate."

"Say what?"

"Prostate gland; women don't have one....men do. It's up inside, near the anus. When it's caressed it can be very arousing.... I guess....That's probably why gays love it in the ass".

"You seem to know a lot about the subject," Cody laughed.

I just grinned lamely. I felt a little embarrassed even though I knew he was only joking. It's just that in the back of my mind, I was thinking about how my wife Ashley would occasionally run a finger up my butt, while giving me head. The sensation was wild and it usually put me over the top.

Cody continued," Hell, I'd love it if she could just take the whole thing."

Now it was my turn to laugh. "The whole thing, huh? What? Are you swingin' a baseball bat between your legs down there, or something?"

Cody's hands went up and he swung an invisible baseball bat..."Yeah...Or something."

"Well, I bet Beth really loves it," I said, with a little bit more than envy in my voice. I was watching the woman on screen and picturing Beth, all 5' of her, taking on a big cock. She was probably loving it, being totally filled with cock and cumming and then be able to please that cock and make it cum in her little hole.

Cody said nothing. He was intent on watching the movie, obviously this was the part that he liked best. I was a little curious though, so I casually glanced over at Him. His gym trunks did have a large bulge in them, but I couldn't really see as he was across the room and at about the same level I was.

What I really needed was to go to the bathroom again. That way I could get up, walk right by him and walk down the hallway which was just behind his right shoulder. Jeez, I thought, what's the fascination with Cody's dick. I'm not gay or anything. I think it's just the thought of having a huge dick that could fill any vagina and make it orgasm. I don't know.

Finally, I got up the nerve. I stood up. My 7 inch cock obvious in my gym shorts, and walked across the room to the hallway. I was a little too self conscious to actually look at Cody's groin as I walked by. Apparently, Cody was not so self conscious about looking at my groin. I guess actually, it was probably the fact that I walked right in front of him on my way. "Enjoying the movie, I see," he laughed.

"Fuck, what's not to like, a beautiful girl getting fucked in the ass like that and actually enjoying it."

"I told you it was a good one." He said.

I walked down the hallway and into the bathroom. There was absolutely no way, I was going to be able to take a piss with a diamond hard dick like this. I pulled down the front of my shorts and admired my cock in the bathroom mirror. It was especially hard right now, harder than it'd been in awhile. I waited for a couple of minutes to see if it would soften, but the thought of the whole scene out there was too fucking hot, the porno, the thought of seeing Cody's big erect dick. Fuck, there was no way this fucking cock was going down. Finally, I snuck back down the hallway, hoping to come up behind Cody and be able to watch him for a minute....unnoticed.

I quietly walked up to the doorway and looked in. I was right. I looked over Cody's right shoulder and got a clear view of his groin. His big cock was straining at his shorts as he gently caressed the shaft through his gym trunks. I gently caressed my own groin the same as he did. After a minute, one of his hands pulled down the front of his trunks and revealed a huge cock..... I mean HUGE! This thing made the porno's 10 inch stud look like a schoolboy. My guess at that moment was that it was at least 14 inches long, and true to his comment, about as big around as a baseball bat. Hard as a rock, he gently stroked it. I thought I'd better be careful, or I just might shoot in my gym trunks right there. 

I just stood for a moment, trying to get my composure before walking back into the room, but apparently I had not been as quiet as I thought I had been, because Cody said, "Like what you see?"

I was totally embarrassed. I had just been caught checking out another guys' cock....by the guy himself!

"Uh...oh Whaa?

"Its okay man, I knew you'd want to see it. You can get a little closer and check it out, if you want."

"Uh.....Okay," I said lamely. I walked into the room and up to his right shoulder and looked down at him. He pulled his hand away, so I could see it better, and it jumped a little.....It was so fucking hot. "I gotta say man, that's impressive,"

"Yeah, thanks.......I'll bet you'd like to touch it? I mean, I'm not gay or anything, but anybody's who has ever seen it has been very curious, so...it'd be okay if you wanted to touch it a little."

I didn't say a word as I walked around to the front of him and got to my knees in front of him. I reached out and gently caressed the huge swollen cock. It lurched spasmodically under my touch. "Fuck man...it's so fucking huge....I bet Beth loves this thing." 

"Yeah, she REALLY fucking loves it, but, like I said, she can't take it all in her pussy, and she's afraid to let me do her in the ass. I've never even been with a woman who could take the whole thing."

I was getting very hot caressing his thick stick, but for some reason, when he mentioned Beth's pussy, I lost control a little and leaned forward and slurped the head of his thick penis into my mouth.

"Aaaahhhhhh......ooooh, Fuck man, that feels good." His eyes rolled back into his head as he leaned back into the cushion of the sofa. His swollen cock lurched in my hungry mouth. I could only take a small portion of his mass into my mouth. I could not believe that I was actually doing this. I think that it was just that I was so fucking hot at that moment, so totally filled with lust that I just lost control of myself. With each flick of my tongue over the head, I became more of a wonton slut, craving only the pleasure of his thick, hard tool.

Cody watched me eagerly slurp his cock. "Man...Have you done this before? I mean, you really gobble it up."

Without letting his beautiful tool go from my lips, I mumbled a "Uh-uh." I really wanted his cock right then, I didn't even know how....exactly, but I wanted it to please me, and I wanted to please it......thoroughly. 

"Fuck, this is really good, but......would you like to do something else?"......"Maybe?"

I let his dick slide from my mouth as I looked up into his eyes, and I knew what he meant.....exactly what he meant. Suddenly, it seemed as though I was out of my body and was hovering in the room above us. I heard myself say, "Yeah....Fuck yeah." I wanted him then, all of him. I wanted to please that massive tool. I wanted to make it throb with anticipation, and then lurch with orgasm. I wanted to make it shoot jet after gooey jet of white hot cum. I wanted to watch his face, the look in his eyes as his cock was spewing its seed.

He reached into the drawer of his end table and pulled out a tube of sex lube. "I usually keep this here for when Beth and I are getting with it." As he twisted off the cap, I took off my gym trunks, jockstrap and shirt. I crawled up onto the couch next to him and lay my head back. He squeezed a dab of the clear lube onto his fingertips and I spread my legs slightly as he placed his hand between them. My cock was still rock hard and throbbed,,,,hard, as he first touched his fingers to my anus. 

"Fuck, that feels soooo gooood," I whimpered. My voice had suddenly changed. It sounded more like a meek whimper than my normal tone. In truth, I felt meek. I felt totally submissive at that moment. Like a blushing-virgin bride, waiting and wanting to finally feel what I'd been craving for my whole life. I'd have done anything he asked at that moment....anything. All I wanted was the pleasure of his touch, the feel of his aggressive fingers as they swabbed my asshole with lubricant. I moaned like a woman when he pushed a finger into me. My cock throbbed and I arched my back as he moved it in and out of my hole. Finally, he pushed me back, placed a hand under each knee and lifted my ass slightly off of the couch. His gigantic cock throbbing slightly, as it stood at attention. 

At that moment, I looked up at his muscular torso, chiseled sinew, his pecs flexing. I reached down, grabbed his massive phallus and rubbed the head over my well lubed anus. Up and down......several times, as I attempted to relax as to accept him into me. My cock was streaming clear pre-cum onto my belly. I was wishing it were his. I was afraid of the pain of his penis plunging into my, as of yet, virgin ass, but the fear was overcome by the shear lust of pleasing him. I wanted him,.....all of him...badly. He slowly pushed the head, the size of a child's fist into my begging anus. My anus stretched......man it hurt....stretched.....Oh fuck maybe this wasn't......streeeetched.....I felt a pop, it was in. I squealed a little at this. Again sounding like a young girl crying over a skinned knee. I tried to relax as Cody began to slowly work his massive penis into my little hole. It was no use, I was too lost in the moment....into uncontrolled lust. His thick cock hurt, but I found myself actually rising with each thrust to meet him. After a couple of minutes, he was sliding his entire fourteen inch cock into my ass.

Cody, abs chiseled, flexing as he thrust into me. His breathing became shallow, his voice horse. Each thrust became progressively more and more aggressive, sliding his horse sized cock into my eager ass. My hips rose and met each thrust. I grabbed his ass and pulled.....as his balls slapped my anus, I pulled him even further into me. I was whimpering incoherently, his sweat dripping from his face, splashing onto me, into my mouth. I licked my lips....ooooohhh, his taste. I wanted him, all of him. I now had him......all of him.

I had both hands on his ass pulling him into me, his hands under each knee holding my legs up. Suddenly my cock lurched....shooting a ribbon of cum up onto my face, dripping from my nose as the second jet spurted from my ejaculating penis onto my chest. A third, then a fourth jet followed covering my upper torso. It continued to throb and ooze as I pulled his girth into my stretched hole.

Cody groaned as he thrust........ hard......deep. His scrotum making a audible slap against my anus. He ground his giant penis into me. It hurt....badly....I could feel the head of his cock in my stomach....He groaned again as he withdrew the entire length of cock from my gaping hole and slapped it onto my belly, simultaneously spewing a massive sized stream of cum across my face, chest and belly. I was frantic. I wanted to taste him.....I needed to taste his pungent seed. I quickly slithered down, grabbing his spasming, lube covered penis and sucked the head into my mouth as the second stream of white hot jizm flooded into my hungry mouth. I used both hands to pump his cock, now covered also in my cum. Jet after thick, hot jet of sperm shot into my mouth as I tried to gobble it down. I began to gag at the sheer amount of sperm shooting into my throat. After several more jets of his hot seed filling my mouth and several more guttural groans from Cody, he fell back onto the couch and lay panting as his cock continued to ooze the final remnants of his ejaculate.

"Jeez, I never had anyone that could take the whole thing before. That was fucking great."

As I lay at the opposing end of his couch, unwinding after the most explosive orgasm I had ever encountered, I contemplated what I had just done with another man. As I was sure that I would not be able to walk normally for probably a week or so I realized with great clarity that I would want to be Cody's slut again. My previous fascination with a large phallus had been had just been forever altered to an unadulterated obsession.



My Giantess Adventure



My first trip to a 99c store turned into one of my greatest fantasies come true. I was more excited than I should have been. I was about to buy junk I probably didn't need. I stare at items trying to figure out if I needed it or could use it. A candleholder, a mug, a plastic potted plant all found their way into my basket. I was like a kid in a candy store. I walked the aisles for about forty minutes before I noticed a woman walk in. How could I miss her? She was about seven feet tall, curvy and shapely. I immediately caught myself and stop my stare. I continued my shopping on the next aisle over. Out of the corner of my eye I could see her tower over the aisle just enough that her cleavage peaked over the fluorescent light bulbs. I turn away when she caught my eyes trained on her gigantic breast.

I spent an extra twenty minutes on the tool aisle pretending I knew what I was looking at. I keep my head down while sifting through hundreds of the exact same screwdriver. Suddenly my shoulder bumps something. It was the large curvaceous hip of the woman I had been avoiding. A rush quickly came over me. The woman rested her hand on my head. He long fingers draped the side of my head. Her hand was warm. I blushed and my heart began to pound loudly. So loudly I'm sure everyone in the store could hear it. It drew a smile from the enormous beauty. I look up at this gorgeous redhead with blue eyes. I can barley see her face as I look up through her ample cleavage. Her name embroidered on her tightly fitting tee shirt. It reads Norma. She pulls her hand away and I nearly fall over as I stumble away. 

Later in the parking lot as I struggle to my car with loads of things I wasn't sure I even needed, a shadow of a large figure blots out the sun behind me. Just as I turn to see who it was when one of Norma's bountiful and curvaceous hips bumps my shoulder again. Norma looks down at me, and winks. She shuffles her bags to her right arm as she reaches into her pocket with the left. She stuffs a small folded piece of paper into my shirt pocket.

Later that evening I sit uncomfortably at the dinner table. I can't get Norma out of my head. I'm starving but the butterflies in my stomach won't let me down even a bite. All I can think about is the feeling of her warm hand on my head. Why did she give me her number? She likes me? I think to call her but I just sit and stare at my pork steak and fries.

The next morning I pop out of bed at 6am on a Saturday. I normally sleep in late. I look over at my nightstand. The little piece of paper seems as big as the nightstand itself. It screams at me. I lay back down and stare at the ceiling. A huge boner tents my sheets.

At breakfast my appetite has returned. I devour a large stack of pancakes. I think to myself that I'm five foot ten inches and weigh I whopping one hundred and eighty pounds. Nothing compared to the woman in my head all night. And to think she's not a thinly built woman at that. Norma must be an entire foot taller than I am. Now I'm thinking of asking a woman out on a date that will dwarf me as if I was a small child. 

I decided to go out on a limb and call.

I hang up the phone in a cold sweat. Finally I muster the courage to give Norma a call. She sounded very interested to meet me at the bar near my place. I sit and I wonder what she sees in me.

At the bar I sit quietly nursing my ice cold extra stout. The door opens and Norma's curvy body falls in. If I thought she was attractive in jeans and a tee shirt, wow! She was even taller in heels She ducked down to clear the doorway. A tight fitting knitted dress forms neatly to her curvaceous body. Her plump breasts sway with her every step. I gaze at Norma's long creamy white legs. She gives me a little smile as she sits down next to me. I stare at her smooth inviting legs until she raises my chin to bring my eyes even with hers. She bends over to kiss my forehead and her ample breast slams against my chest. They're soft and warm, but hang perfectly. Norman runs her large hand down my chest until it gets to my stomach, which she pats gently. My stomach buzzes like a swarm of bees. She gives me a wink. 

Norma downs her beer as if it were a shot of whiskey, then looks down at me. I try to match her gulp but I fail miserably, spilling beer all over my shirt. She stands and motions to me to follow. Then Norma heads for the door. I struggle to my feet and stumble out the door behind her. 

Back at my apartment I worry that Norma would find me a slob once she sees my mess. Good heavens I hope she doesn't find my small stash of porn. My place is a true mess when we walk in. Before I could think anything Norma finds my copy of Big Hooters magazine lying on the coffee table. She turns to me and smiles sexily. The only thing I could think to do is go to the fridge and grab a couple beers.

Back in my living room I find Norma has made herself comfortable on the couch. Her heels kicked up on the coffee table watching a porno I left in the DVD player. She looks at me as she uncrosses her legs. Bees still buzzing in my gut, I sit on the couch next her and I hand her a cold one. I look over to check out Norma's tits. My boner grows to twice the size.

Before I knew it I was lying on my back in my bed with a fire raging in my pants. Norma towers over my bed. She shakes her hips a little and does a dance as she strips her top off. She rips my pants down to my ankles. Then pulls down my underwear. Revealing my now nearly purple throbbing cock. As she strips the rest of her clothing I'm amazed at her thick hairy bush. She sexily rubs her plumb labia. That drips with wet juices by this time. She lets out a deep moan that ripples through my body. I lay on the bed in a trance. 

Norma plops her warm body on top of mine. Her breast completely smothers my face. Her long legs caress me. She grabs my vibrating shaft and plunges it into her wet twat. We both slowly and deliberately thrust toward each other. One of her breast sits against my face like a soft pillow, the other rests on my chest. 

The room becomes an inferno. I struggle to breath but maintain my vigor as I work to please my gentle gigantic beauty. My stiff member wants to explode but I hold on until she is ready. I make one final thrust before we climax together. A huge flush of energy flow through our bodies until Norma collapses on top of me.

Norma slides down my slippery body. She kisses my chest as she slowly makes it down to my still rock hard manhood, which is as stiff as a board. Before I could catch my breath. Her tender lips caress my cock. Norma carefully slurps my hard cock. She envelopes my swollen member with her large hand and plants it back into her warm wet hole She then rolls on her back placing me on top of her. I work vigorously to please my queen. From time to time I would plant my face in between her breast as she hold them firmly around my head. I raise my head up as I thrust deeply into her. She stares into my eyes with sensuous desire. I keep going until I feel her tighten on my rod. She wraps her legs around me. We shiver together until we become cold. I push my tool into her with one last hard thrust. A flood of ecstasy overcomes us as I collapse on top of Norma. We pant heavily until we both fall asleep. 

The following morning I awake to a spinning hangover but to my surprise I'm still fully wrapped in Norma's warm body. How could this have happened to me? I didn't get drunk and dream my greatest fantasy again. It actually happened. A lie still and stare at the ceiling with huge grin on my face.



My Giantess in Blue



When I caught the flashing lights out of the corner of my eye, I froze. My muscles instantly tensed up and I recognized the sensation of warm adrenaline flooding my veins. not again. With apprehension, I glanced down at the speedometer. 40 in a 25.

After pulling over and instinctively grabbing my registration & license, I glanced at the side-view mirror waiting for my ticket. In due time the cruiser's long door opened a pair of legs with knees as high as the door handles. With some effort the officer emerged from the patrol car, standing so tall that everything, the pedestrians, the cars, and even the trees, seemed out of proportion.

Fascinated, I watched it all as if it was happening in slow-motion. The scene was all too familiar: approaching my car with mirrored glasses and a crisp, navy blue uniform, each step confident and assured. One detail seemed out of place, though. This cop had hips. And an auburn pony tail.

In an instant, I completely forgot the all about the ticket. By the time she reached the door I was lost in the moment. I strained to look up at her from my seat down below.

"Do you know how fast you were going, sir?" she asked.

I tried to answer but nothing came out at first. "For-"

"Forty, sir. This is a 25 mile per hour zone."

"I understand, officer," I replied. "I guess I wasn't watching my speed."

"But you had no trouble watching me, I see."

I must have caught her on a good day. She seemed amused by my reaction. 

She laughed. "It's OK. I get it all the time. I'm 6'8", for your information. And no, I never played basketball. Well, a little in high school, but whatever. That's not the point."

She dropped the ticket in my lap. Apparently, I hadn't charmed my way out of it.

"I'm tall," she said. "Get over it."

"I'm doing my best, officer. It's just that I've never met anyone- of your stature before."

She smiled. "Listen, in about a half hour I won't be a cop anymore. I'll be at Clancy's pub just up the road. If you're still curious in a half hour, come and say hi."

Of course, there was a very good reason I was speeding at the time. I was running late for a meeting, a meeting that by now had already begun no doubt. No matter what I did now, I'd still end up explaining and apologizing, so I pulled into Clancy's and I waited.

Two beers later, I began to wonder if my subconscious had made it all up to compensate for stupidly getting another ticket.

"Rick." The voice was softer now but still deep and imposing. I turned quickly. She was standing behind me with a pair of long-neck Budweisers. She wore jeans and a mint green sweater. Her eyes that had been hiding behind those glasses were soft and green. Her hair was still in a pony-tail but without the hat I could see highlights of reddish brown in there. 

I almost asked how she got my name but thought better of it. She had obviously gotten it off my license. She handed me a beer. 

"So, what do you do?" she asked by way of an icebreaker.

"Other than careening through the city at a high rate of speed? Oh, I design stuff. It's really not that interesting."

"You're more interested in me, then? My amazonian proportions?"

In an instant I felt shame wash over me. I had reduced this woman to the object of fetish, and she was right to call me on that.

"It's a real bitch being this tall, you know," she said without any real anger in her voice. "It closes off a lot of options for people like me. Hell, how do you think I fell into this line of work? I'm using my most marketable skill: telling normal-sized men what to do."

"Women, too, I suppose."

"Yeah," she smiled, "but that's not as much fun."

I took in a long view of her long legs, her large but feminine hands, and felt a tingle deep in my scrotum.

"You get a thrill out of telling guys what to do?" I asked sheepishly. "What kind of thrill?"

I was being way too coy about it all. Again, she saw right through me.

"Do you want to know if pushing guys like you around gets me hot?" 

Her voice had changed, sultry but in a way that could be sarcastic. I must have blushed. I could feel my cheeks become hot with shame. She leaned over close to my ear. 

"Well," said very, very slowly. "It does."

"Oh, God," I blurted. I put my hand on her knee just to make sure she was real. She put her warm hand on top of mine. Her lips were so close to my ear at this point that I could feel her lipstick touching my skin.

"Especially when the guy is a little scared," she whispered. "It makes my pussy nice and wet."

She pulled away with a sly smile on her face. That was her way of testing me. Either I could handle that or I couldn't. I wanted to let her know that I could, probably more adeptly than any man she had ever known.

As my hand worked its way up her long thigh. I looked her directly in the eye. "We'll see about that," I said playfully. Through her khakis I could feel the heat of her sex. I pressed against her through the fabric and her hips involuntarily responded with a subtle squirm. 

"I can tell that you're no liar," I said. 

Suddenly, I felt her enormous palm rubbing the length of my cock, pressing hard against me until it hurt just a little. Lost in the haze of lust as I was, I didn't dream of complaining.

"We need to go somewhere right now," she said. "You have no idea how much I need this."

We took her car. Her hand was never far from my thigh and I could see how turned on she was by her breathing and the subtle movements of her body. We arrived at her apartment just a few minutes later, flushed and overheated.

"Don't move," she ordered in her police voice. The sound of it caused my cock to jump.

I stood in her living room, beige walls and vaulted ceilings. The walls bore no framed artwork or family photos, nothing personal at all. It seemed fairly clear that she worked long hours and probably did not spend much time here.

When she returned, my mouth stood open for a moment. She emerged wearing black lace bra and black stockings that accentuated every contour of her impossibly long legs. And even though she was such a tall woman, she wore black open-toed platform heels that gave me a tantalizing peek at her toenails, painted dark red just like her shimmering sensuous lips.

She approached, her heels clicking on the tile. Unable to stop myself even if I wanted to, I peeled off my clothes and stood before her. She towered over me. My face rested right in the middle of her chest. Sensing my fascination, she wrapped her arms around my head and pulled me onto her bosom. I struggled to breathe but was too aroused to care for my own safety.

I kissed her breasts through her bra and caressed her flesh. She leaned down to kiss me. Her hungry tongue filled my mouth. I let my mouth travel down to her navel where I paused for a moment. I prepared to peel down her black sheer panties but before I could do that I wanted to admire her in them a bit more. I came around behind her and ran my hands up the backs of her calves all the millions of miles up to her ass. 

I heard her moan a little, enjoying the tension of the moment perhaps. Encouraged, I put my hands between her legs and pushed outward. Again I heard the pleasing clip-clop of her heels on the ground as she spread her legs for me. With both my hands I caressed the inside of her thigh until my thumbs made contact with her labia. Through the sheer fabric of her panties, I could feel how wet she was. I could smell her and it made my mouth water. Reaching through her legs I rubbed her in long slow strokes. I paused to rub her clit in tiny circles through the mesh. Her knees bent slightly to give her more room to wiggle in response. 

I pressed my body against her leg. The warmth of her skin and the sensation of her nylons felt so good against my cock I thought i might die.

"You must spend hours shaving your legs," I said, a bit out of breath in my excitement. "They go on forever."

She didn't respond right away, just smiled and put her hand in my hair. I brought myself around to her front so I could look into her eyes as I pulled her panties down, So wet that I could see pools of it clinging to the material as I removed them.

Her eyes closed slightly in anticipation of what we both knew was coming next. "I hunger for your big Amazonian pussy," I said. "Can I have a taste?"

She casually leaned over, grabbed a nearby chair and placed it beneath her. I sat and leaned my head back as she squatted down over me, her wanton pussy dripping into my mouth like ambrosia. I grabbed her eagerly, working her labia with both hands while licking and nibbling her. I made my way up to her clit, stiff and hard like a little cock. I put her in my mouth and felt her squeeze her legs around me like an anaconda. 

"Oh, I'm sorry," she said quickly. "I just get carried away."

"Please," I said. "Squeeze me all you want."

I drew her clit back into my my mouth and pulled her down onto my face. She squeezed me again, and it caused my cock to jump with lust. Her hands grabbed my hair roughly and pulled my face deeper into her groin. Her hips ground on me with abandon. I could hear her muffled moans and I could tell she was very close, so I began fucking her with my hands and my mouth to match her rhythm. She cried out. Her legs spasmed around my body and I thought I would cum just from that alone.

"I'm still cuming," she said urgently. "Get inside me now!"

She bent herself over the edge of the kitchen table, her long arms gripping the other side. She stuck her ass up in the air for me lowered down just enough to be the proper height. 

"Fuck me," she said. "Oh, God now. Fuck your amazonian goddess."

I grabbed on to her ass cheeks and ran my cock along her sopping wet pussy lips to moisten it a bit. I plunged into her snatch, warm and strong. Her vaginal muscles were squeezing and popping with her continued orgasm all around me. I pumped her from behind, my hands digging into her skin as we fucked. 

She turned around to kiss me. She moaned and chuckled a little in my mouth. Pulling away, I saw her lipstick smeared a bit on her face.

"Your big red lips left marks wherever they touch," I said. "Please, my giantess, coax the cum from my cock with your gorgeous mouth."

Smiling she pulled her hair away from her face and leaned down onto me leaving little lipstick kisses down my torso. Her lips locked onto my shaft and pulled me in. Her mouth felt so big, so warm and wet, that my hips instinctively began to pump. Her tongue wrapped around my shaft and felt like it was a hand jacking me off. I got very close but then slowed down. I didn't want to cum just yet. 

As she sucked, I could see she was rubbing her clit. It turned me on to see her so aroused and I wanted to be inside her again. As amazing as she was, her big pussy felt a bit loose. So, I pulled out quickly and set to work on her ass. I loosened her rosebud with a brief massage and slowly pushed myself between her giant cheeks. Her ass was nice and tight, and I could feel that I was getting closer to her g-spot like this because her hips were rolling like mad. We were both grunting like animals until I came all over her lower back, my pearly white semen dancing on her skin.

She turned and smiled at me. Her big hands reached down and pumped my still-cumming cock and milked me dry. 

"So, do I still get a ticket?" I laughed.

"Yes, actually, you do," she said. "Nothing I can do about that."

She squeezed off the last dab of cum on her finger and placed it in her mouth. We kissed again but less lustily. A good-bye sort of way.

"We'll definitely do this again," I said as I got dressed again.

"Don't you play with me," she said without much humor in her voice. "Remember, I know where you live and I can crush you like a bug," she said smiling.

"I know," I replied. "And for some reason I love it."



My Gift



This story exists because I remember.

Before you arrive at my home for dinner we have bathed, perfumed and dressed just for you. She is wearing a sheer rose coloured gown...a single layer of gossamer silk. It is see-through, but just barely. And I have a matching gown, but of burgundy.

As you arrive I hand you a glass of champagne and point you to a seat. On the table near you - a razor, soap and soap brush, champagne and 2 solid, flesh-toned dildo. 

I position her by the bed and slowly lower the gown from her shoulders as you watch. As I lower her to the bed I spread her arms and bind them. I spread her legs and bind then. Finally I wrap a silk cloth around her eyes as I kiss her open mouth. 

"She is yours," I tell you and I watch as you slowly soap the brush.

Slowly and sensually I watch as you pass the brush between her legs. Her breathing quickens slightly. I gentle her, kissing along her jaw and neck. Even slower you begin to shave her. I watch as her legs tense under your hand.

I watch as you teasingly maneuver your fingers around her clit. She wiggles openly now...moaning, asking you for release. Slowly I move below your hand and rinse her cunt with the champagne. As she shivers from the bubbles, I quickly lick at the flowing liquid. 

You have pulled back from me...momentarily. You reach for one of the dildos and watch me explore her with my mouth, and tongue. You are engrossed, and for a moment cannot move... mesmerized by the sensuality. You move forward, leaning over me,kissing my neck...still watching. You reach under me, and as I lick her clit, you slowly slide the dildo inside of her. She squirms but I hold onto her tightly. You pull it from her and hold it to my lips. I lick it slowly before sucking it into my mouth. You again slowly slide it back into her, fucking her with it...gradually getting faster...and faster.

You let me take it from you, and I continue to fuck her as you reach for the other one. You begin to lick this one. I watch you for a second. You continue to lick it and then take it into your mouth. Sucking on it much as you had sucked her earlier. You pull it from your lips. It is wet. You move behind me again. You rub the dildo across my clit. You slide it between my lips...teasing...then, moving it to my ass. You tease me more. You can feel me tense. You can hear my silent questions wondering where it is you will fuck me.

You slide it back down to my pussy and thrust the dildo inside of me... deeply. It slides in easily as both it, and I are wet. I too, begin to squirm, but you hold me tightly around the waist. I continue to fuck her... and lick her... and suck her. You begin to fuck me with the other dildo...hard, and fast. Your other hand, wrapped around my waist, finds my clit. And your tongue again finds my ass. As you tease my clit with your fingers... you begin again to lick my ass. Circling... probing... ever so lightly fucking my ass with your tongue.

She is close to cumming. I can feel it in her. I pull her hard to my mouth. You can begin to feel the urgency in me. You rub me harder and fuck me with the dildo faster and let your tongue slide a little further inside my ass. She begins to cum. Her body trembles... then tenses... I continue to fuck her with my mouth and the dildo until she collapses, exhausted. Now I am focused solely on my own body on what you are doing to me. I reach back with one hand, replacing yours, rubbing my clit. You slide your hand up my body and across my breasts... to my mouth. I lick your fingers... and begin to suck on them.

I too am now close. We have both completely forgotten about her. You pull away. I turn, and fall to my back and continue to rub myself... and have now taken the dildo from you... and I am fucking myself. You watch. You cannot take your eyes off of me. You watch. You watch as it slowly builds. Our eyes are locked on one another. You watch as I cum... as I make myself cum. For a moment, You cannot breathe... I arch my back... as it washes over me. Finally, I too... collapse. You let out a breath... and smile. 



My Gift From Missy



It was May 13th, 2001, my 26th birthday, when my girlfriend gave me the greatest birthday present I had ever received.

We went to dinner the night before, with my best friend, Alex. After dinner, we came back to our apartment for a while, then suddenly, Missy and Alex were leaving. They said they had to go out for a last minute gift for me. I didn't think anything of it, because there is a 24 hour department store a few miles from our house.

I also didn't think anything of it when she wasn't home by 3 am, since the three of us are usually awake until 5 or 6 every morning. I went to bed, figuring she'd be next to me when I woke up.

When I got out of bed the next morning, my birthday, I was rather disappointed that she wasn't yet home. After all, it was 11 am, and very unlike her to not call when she wasn't coming home. I paged her, then waited for her to call back.

About 20 minutes later, Missy called back, apologizing like crazy, and said she fell asleep at Alex's house after putting my presents together, and that I should come over there to get them.

I walked the few blocks from our apartment to his house, and Missy was already waiting at the door for me. She took me upstairs, and gave me my first round of gifts, about $200.00 worth of Star Wars memorabilia.

The rest of the day passed rather slowly, with visits to my parents and another nice dinner with Missy and Alex.

We decided the three of us would go to a strip club before going out drinking, and went back to our apartment to get ready. I got dressed first, and when I came out, Missy and Alex were engaged in a deep kiss on the couch, his hand up her shirt, her hands clenched tightly in his hair. I sat in the chair across from them, enjoying the show.

The three of us had, quite a few times before, played silly games like strip poker and truth or dare, with whomever Alex was dating at the time as our fourth participant. Missy had known for several months that I wanted to see her fuck my best friend, but she always said she didn't think she'd be able to go through with it. Seeing them make out was nothing new for me, and I had even seen them perform oral sex on each other.

Anyway, this time their making out seemed to be getting rather serious. Alex had slipped Missy's shirt off, and she was in the process of doing the same to him.

I watched as he unhooked and removed her bra, releasing her 36DD breasts. He leaned down and took a nipple into his mouth, sucking noisily. She pulled on his nipple rings while he slowly caressed her legs, inching his hand up her skirt.

She spread her legs to give him better access, at the same time unbuttoning his pants and pulling out his large, swollen cock.

Suddenly, Alex picked Missy up and carried her to the bedroom. From my chair, all I had to do was turn a little and I could see our bed. He laid her down, then practically tore her skirt and panties off. His head dove between her legs, causing her to thrash her head around rather violently. Her back arched as he licked her to orgasm, her feet kicking out wildly and her fingernails digging into his back.

After she came, she rolled him onto his back and pulled his pants and boxers off. She began sucking his massive cock, licking from base to head before swallowing him whole.

Missy stroked Alex's cock with one hand, the other pulling his nipple rings and scratching his chest. She took all eight inches deep into her throat without flinching, and began sucking faster. By this time my own cock was begging for release. I slid off my jeans and started slowly stroking myself.

I continued stroking as Missy released Alex's dick and started kissing up his stomach and chest. She began grinding her pussy against his cock, and I began stroking my cock faster.

As she guided his dick into her dripping hole, I came, spurting my seed all over my shirt.

She turned around to look at me, only the head of his cock inside her.

"Are you sure about this?" she asked.

I could only nod, still too overcome to speak. With one swift drop, Missy took Alex all the way inside her, her ass slamming down on his hips. I lit a cigarette as she slowly started fucking him, but still kept a hand wrapped around my quickly stiffening cock.

After several minutes, he flipped her over and began pounding into her as hard as he could, his balls slapping against her ass. I was now stroking my dick again like a horny teenager, and as Missy came, I stroked myself to one of the greatest orgasms I'd ever had in my life.

Alex continued punishing her twat, slamming into her like a bulldozer. He finally let out a deep moan and, to the shock of Missy and me, came deep inside her, sending her to another orgasm.

They collapsed together on the bed, a sweaty tangled mess of body parts.

We still hit the strip club that night, as well as the bars, and even though I was completely trashed, the image of them fucking stayed in my head all night.

My birthday is next Monday. Missy and I now live with Alex, and I can hardly contain the anticipation of what my birthday will bring this year.



My Gift of Love



Damn! He was in love with her. Almost five and a half years together now, and still whenever he thought of her, his heart would swell until his chest ached. His heart was not the only organ to increase in size with thoughts of her. 

His only regret in life was the forty-five years he had spent looking for a partner and lover like her. There had been two ex wives and a few other significant women along the way. But without exception, those relationships had all followed the same pattern. A short period of passion and sex, followed by a decline in all aspects of the relationship that had left him emotionally wounded. As a result, he had been alone for almost five years, one short fling excepted, and he was wary of letting the potential for heartbreak back into his life.

She was a couple of years removed from a sixteen year passionless marriage, and at times, still seethed with the bitterness of spousal betrayal and infidelity. Her general opinion of men was that they were totally untrustworthy because all their decisions were made by their penis.

They had met through the graces of an online dating service. Both had joined on a lark, unwilling to admit that loneliness was the real reason behind their membership. 

After the first few months of reading through bios, each had met and dated a few other people. He had never seen anyone again after the initial meeting/date. She, on the other hand, had made a couple of friends. She liked both of them but knew neither one was right for her. She was sure of that after sleeping with one of them once.

They had corresponded via email for a few weeks until finally exchanging phone numbers. They both liked what they were finding out about the other and decided to meet face to face. After a few failed attempts to get together, they had met for a beer at a park near her house. After a six pack of beer and a couple of hours of chatting it was obvious to them both an attraction was there and they agreed to go on an actual date the following Saturday. Neither one had any idea the spark of attraction would ignite into the roaring flames of passion that burned still. 

After a bottle of wine, they had kissed and touched for hours in the back of his pickup truck. It surprised them both when they ended up in her bed on their very first date. He always remembered that first fumbling, bumbling night with a grin in his heart.Neither had been very good between the sheets that night.

With practice, that all changed. They became very, very good at pleasing each other. It became the routine to be together on Monday and Thursday evenings. He would get home from work around five and prepare a dinner. She would arrive before six. They would eat and share their day, have a few glasses of wine and end up in his bedroom for the next few hours, in a place they came to know as "Magicland".









For her part, she was no innocent. At the same time, she had missed the revolution of the seventies and her experience was somewhat limited. She had lost her virginity fairly late for the era. Almost twenty-one. Her marriage, she would laugh, was once a quarter, wham bam sex that did nothing for her. The result of all this had been to suppress her sensuality and sexuality. She had admitted to him she had never had an orgasm from intercourse and had rarely masturbated.

He on the other hand, had come of age in the full bloom of the sexual revolution and had been with many women in the course of his travels and travails. He was not a big man, in either stature or endowment, and this had always clouded his opinion of his qualities as a lover. He was, of course, unaware that these very traits had helped him to become quite good as a lover. Because of his perceived inadequacies, he had always been more interested in pleasing, and the pleasure of his partners, than in his own satisfaction. That alone separated him as a lover from any other man she had ever experienced.

But enough of the background info and onto the rest of, and most interesting part of, the story.

After the initial fumbling and bumbling of that first time together, they both discovered joy in exploring their sexuality. As time went by, they were both surprised that each and every time they were together, the sex seemed to be better than the last. She discovered she was indeed orgasmic, with each one being more explosive than the last. Sometimes, she would have as many as a dozen shattering orgasms in one session. For him, he was astounded by her sensuality and responsiveness. It made him feel like such a stud and he felt that joy to the very soul of his being.

Early on in their relationship he would hold back in order to prolong her pleasure (as he did to this day) and naturally, he could not maintain an erection for the hours they were together. So he would do the next best thing. He would go down on her. With his tongue on her clit, he had inserted one finger in her pussy to see what she would do. When she had squirmed and pushed back against him, he was thrilled by her response. He had continued this way for a while and then he used two fingers and her response had been even stronger. If two was good, then three should be even better. And it was! Pretty soon he was using four fingers, his mouth no longer on her, and she was fucking him with wild abandon as he pistoned his hand in and out of her. She loved it! She really liked the idea of being stretched, she said. 



The very next day he had stopped by the local adult store and procured two items for her (and his) pleasure. One was a normal sized, adjustable speed vibrator with a sleeve that was all knobby. Of all the toys he subsequently bought, this would always be her favorite. He also bought a huge dildo. It was made of soft red plastic, shaped with glans and the veins of a real cock. It was also twelve inches long. Most amazing was that it was over three inches thick and almost eight inches around. He wondered at the time if it was going to be a waste of money.

The next time they made love, he introduced her to the vibrator and she fell in love with it immediately, as he knew she would. After all those non-orgasmic years, she had quite a few in reserve and with the vibe's help, she appeared determined to catch up. It just seemed to make her hotter and even more orgasmic. He couldn't have been any happier. She would hold it to her clit while he was inside her. She would rub it on her clit as she slid it in and out of her pussy with him in her mouth. She used it on her nipples. She would even let him watch her play as he recovered. It thrilled and satisfied him in ways he had never experienced before. Some men may have felt threatened, but not him. He viewed it as an ixtension of his ongoing mindset. Anything for her pleasure. Anything to keep her wanting to come to his bed. He loved it and so did she. She had never been so satisfied or had so much joy in bed. He made sex fun for her.

He waited a couple of weeks before introducing her to the big red dildo. He hid it under the bed and had waited til she had cum twice, once with him inside her and once with her 'favorite'. She was lying on her back with her legs open and him playing with her pussy. He reached under the bed and slyly brought out the dildo without her seeing what he was doing. He took some lube from the bedside and liberally coated the red monster. He then placed it against her pussy lips. Her eyes, which had been closed, popped open to look directly into his.

"I have a surprise for you", he said. "I hope you enjoy it." 

With her looking into his eyes, he slowly pushed the dildo past her lips until just the tip was in. She closed her eyes. 

"Do you want more?" he asked. 

"MMmmmmm, yes." she replied. 

He applied a steady but gentle pressure and allowed her to squirm and wiggle more of it into her. When she had half of the big red dildo inside her now stretched pussy, he abruptly pulled it out. 

"Do you like it? Does it feel good?" he asked. 

"Yes, Oh God, yes! What is it?" she wanted to know. 

He placed it on her belly. She picked it up and held it wonderingly. 

"It looks and feels like a big red gummy bear," she giggled. 

He rose up and slid into her tunnel as she held her "Gummybear" between them. This is so exciting and so much fun was the thought that kept running through her mind.

After fucking for a couple of minutes, he stopped, pulled out and looked questioningly at her. 

"Yes", was all she said as she moved the "Gummybear"back down between her legs. 

He took it from her and put a bit more lube on it. Once agian looking into her eyes, he placed the tip against her pussy lips and rubbed it back and forth teasing her clit. She began wriggling her ass again as he started to slide it in. Deeper and deeper it went as he marveled at the way it stretched her pussy lips. A few days ago, with this in mind, he had talked her into shaving her pussy. Now he was happy he did. He watched, with increasing excitement, as the huge red "Gummybear" slid into her bald pussy. She sinuously moved her ass around and hunched down to pull it further inside her. He could feel the dildo reach bottom so he just held it in place. Her eyes were shut and she was holding her breath, quivering with excitement and passion. She had almost ten inches of the "Gummybear" inside her, and with the silly grin she had on her face, looked to be in heaven. 

"You've got it all," he told her in amazement. "Do you like it? Does it fill you up? Have you ever felt anything like that before? Do you want me to fuck you with it?" All this asked in a rush. 

He was more turned on than ever before. Excitement made him tingle all over and he had never felt more in love than at this very moment. Never very vocal in bed (one of the few things he wished he could change about her) all she said was, 

"Yes. Yes. No, never. And, Oh YES!!" 

He pulled the monster out slowly, fascinated by the way her pussy lips distended and stretched, seeming to pull even against the lube. He continued to pull until only the tip was still in her and stopped. She let out a huge sigh and he started back in, slow and steady, as she sucked her breath in and held it. He pushed until he hit bottom and immediately began pulling it back out, slow and steady. In and out with a steady rhythm. She was now actively fucking the huge red dildo, sucking her breath in on the in strokes and letting it out on the out strokes. Gradually he increased the tempo and she kept up her fucking motions just like she did when she fucked him. Faster and faster he moved the dildo in and out until he could go no faster and still she kept up. Finally, with a cry of exultation, she came, twitched for quite a while and then went limp. He slowed his movement and finally stopped with half the dildo still in her. Her eyes were closed, but the expression on her face screamed of passion and sex and lust and fulfillment. 

He started the movement again and to his surprise, she responded as strongly as she had before. Faster and faster, just like a few minutes before, he moved the dildo in and out as she fucked it. She came again, quicker this time and pushed on his arm until, with a resounding 'pop' out came the dildo. 

"No more," she groaned. 

He was still on fire as he climbed on top of her and began fucking for all he was worth. His cock looked ridiculously small compared to the huge dildo, but to his complete surprise she seemed as tight as ever. What magic is this he wondered. Her pussy was on fire inside and she began to respond to him. Fucking him with the same intensity she had used on her "Gummybear", she made him cum as never before. It was the most exciting and satisfying experience either of them had ever had. Nothing else even came close. 

"Did you like that?" 

Her reply was a smile and a very passionate kiss.

Four years had passed. The year before they had bought a house together and married. Time and marriage had the typical effect. Their sex life slowed in frequency due to kids, jobs, daily responsibilities, and well, life. But the passion, excitement, and joy were still very much in evidence during their regular visits to "Magicland". They had amassed quite a collection of toys during the years. A few were for him, but most were for her pleasure, which in reality was his pleasure. They had experimented a bit with light bondage, ass play, and sex in odd places. It had all been great fun. Life, love, and sex had been good for them both, better than either had ever imagined it could be.

She had discovered that the consumption of a few glasse of wine allowed her to put aside the daily 'Mom' responsibilities, the two decades of no-fun sex, and the repressive morality of a midwestern upbringing. All that, combined with her heightened sense of passion during lovemaking, gave her the freedom to let her sensuality and sexuality take charge. These were the times he lived for. The walls of fear and repression would come crasing down, she would transform into the living representation of lust, and her desire for gratification would be paramount. He believed, and rightly so, that he was responsible for her metamorphosis into this lascivious vixen, whose sole concern was satisfying the itch in her pussy over and over again without inhibition.

He absolutely glorified her while in this state, and she had become his goddess of love. He worshiped her and would do anything for her pleasure, passion, and gratification. She had become the focus of his world and the central character in all of his erotic fantasies. The last toy he had bought her (about six months before) was a lifelike black cock, ten inches long, and very thick with a built in vibrator. Whenever they incorporated it into their love play, he would whisper in her ear that it was a real black cock she was fucking and ask if she liked it. As her passion would rise, he would ask again and again. Each time her answer would be a little louder. 

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" And finally, over and over, "I love fucking this big black cock", she would cry out as her pleasure reached new heights.

He had come to believe, over time, that the woman he loved deserved all the pleasure he could give her. He was also convinced, now that she knew how to fuck for her own pleasure, now that she knew the delights of intense orgasm, now that she could rejoice in and accept her sexual nature, that she deserved to fuck a very big cock. He knew how much she had come to love fucking with his small cock inside her. But, he was also cognizant of the pleasure she got from having large toys stretch her pussy. As odd as it may sound, even to his own ears, it seemed like the right thing to do for her. It seemed to him the ultimate gift his love could give. So he told her just that the next time they made love and used the black dildo. Instead of asking if she liked it, he asked if she would like it to be real. At first she wouldn't answer. But as she became more excited by the black cock plunging in and out of her pussy, he asked again, "Would you like to fuck a real cock this big?" A tiny little "yes" escaped her panting lips. He sensed her mounting excitement at the idea and pressed on, "Wouldn't you like this to be a very real, hot, huge, hard black cock sliding into your pussy?" Another tiny "yes", even as she increased her pace. 

"Honey, I love you so much. I will give you that as a gift of my love if you want it. I would very much love for you to have that experience and pleasure," he blurted all in a rush! 

She slowed her pelvis until she was barely moving on the phony cock. At last her eyes opened and she looked at him. He held his breath. 

"You wouldn't mind," she quietly queried, "or be jealous if I fucked a well hung black stud?" 

"Yes. I would let you. I want you to!" he declared with resolve. And then he told her what was in his head and in his heart. He also added, 

"I won't mind as long as I'm there to hold your hand, to kiss your lips and to feel your passion and desire soar. I'll probably be jealous, but of him, not you!" 

She looked deeply into his eyes as her pelvis gradually started to move. Her eyes slowly closed as she increased her pace with a small smile creasing her lips. 

"Would you like that?" he whispered. 

"MMmmmm", was her only reply, but her tempo increased at once. He waited until she was thrusting for al she was worth and asked again, 

"Would you want this dildo to be the real thing? Would you like to be fucking a big, black stud right now?" 

At that moment she came forcefully, accompanied with a long, drawn out, 

"Yessssssssssssssss!"

Since their marriage, they had taken weekend interludes at local resorts as a way of getting away from all the pressures of work, life, and kids. Each and every time they did so, it was a reconnection of their love and the sex was uninhibited and fabulous. While they were making arrangements for the weekend's getaway, unbeknownst to her, he was making additional arrangements.

A couple of months earlier he had met a guy while playing golf that fit into his plans perfectly. John was in his middle thirties, about 6'3" and 225lbs. He was also very black. He had been personable, friendly, and fun to play golf with. After completing the first nine, they entered the bathroom at the turn together. Standing at adjacent urinals, he had glanced over and was surprised by the size of John's equipment. When he realized John had seen him looking, he had commented, 

"My wife would sure like to get some of that!" as a way of hiding his embarrasment. 

John replied with a smile, "Always happy to help out you white boys with your wife problems. It wouldn't be the first time." 

They had both laughed and gone on to finish the round. After the round was over and the score had been tallied, John gave him the 22$ he had lost and complimented him on his game. He had also given him his card and said to him, 

"If you ever need someone to play golf with, give me a call." And then with a big grin, he added, "Or, if you ever need help with that wife of yours, I'd be happy to do what I can." 

Laughing as he walked away, he had yelled back to John, "I might just take you up on that last offer!" 

Thinking of this weekend, he had made the call. John, true to his word, was more than willing to help.

The weekend had finally arrived. They had checked into their two room suite around 4:00pm and were very pleased with their choice of accomodations. They inspected the room service menu, looked for movies to watch over the next two days and nights, and spent some time putting away their things. 

They also took the time to lay out their full assortment of toys on a convenient shelf near the dresser. This had become part of their ritual and a source of great fun. They would take turns picking a toy out of the duffel bag and placing it on a towel on the shelf with a, "Would you like to see this in my pussy later?" or "I'll bet you can't lick this from one end to the other!" this always got them going and set the tone for a fun weekend.

A few hours later found them slightly drunk on wine and passionately kissing and touching on the couch. 

"Go take a shower," she said, as she pushed him away, "I'm almost ready to play." 

He stood and stripped in front of her, teasing playfully. 

"OOOOooooh! Hurry up so I can shower, too," she said in her huskiest voice, a twinkle in her eye, and a smile on her face. 

He ran for the shower.

While in the shower, he pondered the plan already in place for the evening. When he had called that morning, John was still a go and sounded excited at the prospect of, as he had put it, 'getting some white pussy'. He had wondered just what his wife would do when faced with the reality of actually fucking John's huge cock. Would she freak? Would she just back out and be pissed at him? Would she love it like he thought she would? Would she leave him for someone with a bigger cock after this experience? 




My Gift to Cindy



Cindy and I have had a wonderful marriage. We have enjoyed ourselves including a fulfilling sex life. We have explored several different fantasies and talked about many more. She excites me, fulfills me, and always leaves me yearning to fulfill her every desire.

One fantasy that has come up but never been played out is Cindy with another man. I brought it up first, but merely to see where she would go with it. There was hesitation on her part, as if she did not want anything to ruin our marriage. For me, I am just an average guy and believe that for just one night she deserves something special. So, the topic comes up periodically, but has never really taken off. We have agreed that if it were to happen, it had to be a stranger with no connections, but we have never seriously pursued anything.

We had been planning a trip to Vegas, and the thought of surprising my wife was enticing. No ties, no commitment, and what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, right? I kept imagining her experiencing a large cock that would fulfill those desires that I cannot. The more I thought about it, the more excited I got. The closer we got to the trip, the more I realized this was my opportunity. It would have to be a surprise though.

I did some research. How would I find a stud that would satisfy her with no strings attached? It took me a while, but I finally settled on a massage service, and Mr. Hunter. I knew I could get her to accept a massage as part of our vacation. Mr. Hunter convinced me he could make it special. As nervous as I was, I pressed forward, imagining how much she could enjoy an evening of unbridled sex with a man that would touch her in ways that I could not.

As the weeks turned to days before our trip, my anticipation was unbearable. My cock would get rock hard just thinking about her. I could hear her moans as I imagined Mr. Hunter thrusting deep inside of her. In the bedroom, I pictured myself as Mr. Hunter rocking her world to even more intense orgasms. But I knew my five inches were nothing compared to what he could deliver. I could hardly wait.

Vegas was a great escape for us. We had been there several times and the sights and sounds of Vegas were always amazing. This time, my mind was so focused on "operation Hunter" that I could hardly function. I wanted everything to be perfect. 

With a little coaxing, we decided that Thursday would be a relaxation day. All she knew was that I had scheduled a massage for her at 6pm. I think she assumed it was in the hotel spa. Little did she know it was in our room. We spent the day lounging by the pool enjoying the sunshine, the sights, and each other. Every time some young stud walked by in his tight bathing suit trying to hide a bulging cock, I would wonder if that was Mr. Hunter. I caught Cindy eyeing up more than one package, as if she too was wondering what it would be like.

The weather was beautiful and we shared a few drinks. I knew I had to loosen her up. I did not want any inhibitions to put a damper on my plans. I wanted this to be a night she would never forget. As day turned into early evening, we agreed it was time to head upstairs. Her assumption was to shower, enjoy her massage, and then return to the room for an evening out with me.

As we exited the elevator, I knew I had to come clean with her. She was feeling no pain, so it was time to put the plan in motion. I confessed to her that the massage was not in the hotel spa. She was confused. I had to make up an excuse about a problem. I assured her that I was well aware of the issue, but did not want to ruin our plans, so I had arranged for a private massage in our room. I saw the hesitation in her face, but assured her it was fine and I wanted nothing but the best for my princess. The alcohol took over and she agreed it would be ok.

We weren't in the hotel room for more than five minutes before she dropped her bikini to the floor and headed for the shower. She was teasing me. As she walked naked across the room, I could feel my cock spring to life. She was headed to get clean and I was feeling all dirty. I reached down and rubbed my cock, knowing that this evening was going to be a night to remember. It felt so good, but I did not want to cum. I was interrupted by my cell phone. It was a text from Mr. Hunter.

"I am almost to the hotel. Are you ready?" the text message read.

It was all I could do to reply "yes."

My hands trembled with nervous anticipation, but I did not want to back out now.

"And the cash? " he asked confirming our arrangement for payment.

I managed to type "yes" to confirm our agreement.

Not long after, the bathroom door opened and Cindy sauntered my way. As she approached me, she let the towel drop to the floor. We kissed. As the fireworks went off in my head I panicked. Was this wrong? What am I doing?

We were interrupted by another text. Bzz Bzz. I felt the phone in the pocket of my shorts. Reality. I turned away from Cindy. The text was simple "In the lobby - should I come up?"

I responded "Yes" and gave him the room number.

Cindy got dressed in some workout clothes while I paced like a nervous cat. It seemed like an eternity as we waited. Then I heard the knock at the door. For a minute, the world stopped. Time stood still. Cindy, oblivious to the real plan for the evening did not move. I froze, as if maybe he would go away.

"Are you going to get the door?" she asked.

As I opened the door, my jaw dropped. Mr. Hunter was an A1 stud. From his cowboy hat to his boots, I simply gawked. A sparkling smile, and muscles everywhere. Oh boy, what have I done? 

"Hi, I am Mike. You ordered a masseuse?" he asked, as if this was an every day event for him.

I stammered over my every word. "Uhhhh yes. Come in."

I can only imagine what Cindy was thinking as Mike entered the room. Still buzzed, she looked him up and down sizing him up. He was carrying a bag and a portable table. He seemed quite professional, which I think put both of us at ease. He introduced himself to Cindy and asked where he should set up. We made room for his table next to the bed. Once the table was set-up, he pulled out some oils from his bag. With that, he handed Cindy a small sheet and instructed her to undress.

"You can wrap yourself in this" he said, pointing her to the bathroom.

With Cindy in the bathroom disrobing, he looked at me. I was speechless. It was an awkward moment until Mike spoke up.

"I get paid up front."

"Oh right," I said as I pulled the cash from my pocket and handed it to him.

"So, are you headed to the casino, or did you plan to stay?"

Somehow, I had not prepared for that question. I wondered what I should do.

"uh (long pause) I was going to wait here." 

"Okay" said Mike. "But here are the ground rules."

My mind was racing, but I clung to his every word.

"First, this is her night not yours so no interrupting."

"Second, you cannot speak or utter any sounds."

"And third, you do as I say."

As much as my mind was screaming "NO, don't do this," all I could manage was to say "okay."

Mike continued "I do this for a living. I am a professional and when I am done I will leave quietly so you can enjoy the rest of your evening."

Before I could say a word, the bathroom door opened. Cindy stood there wrapped in the small sheet Mike had given her. She looked like a Greek goddess. Soon, she would be.

Mike gazed at Cindy as she walked into the room. I almost passed out. "What have I done?" I thought to myself.

Mike motioned for Cindy to climb onto the massage table. He pointed for me to sit in a chair that he had positioned where I could watch. As Cindy climbed onto the table, the sheet covered her perfectly. She put her face into the hole in the table so she could fully relax. I watched her wiggle to get comfortable.

"I have to get comfortable so I can work," Mike said. With that, he pulled off his boots, took off his shirt, and yanked down his jeans. He was standing there in just a t-shirt and his tight little boxer briefs. He looked at me and said "you too!" 

"Uh oh" I thought to myself. Why me?

He walked over to me and reminded me that I was to do as he said, so I pulled off my shirt leaving me with just my shorts.

"Excellent" he said. "You are learning already."

With that, he put on some music, sprinkled some oil on Cindy's shoulders and started working her neckline. I heard Cindy whimper as I knew she was starting to relax. Mike had strong hands. He obviously had done this before. He pulled the sheet down to the edge of her ass fully exposing her back while covering her legs. He shifted his focus to massaging her back. Her skin glistened and from the sounds she was making she was enjoying every minute.

He worked long strokes up and down her back. I sat in amazement watching him work. He pulled the sheet up to her neck, exposing her legs. The sheet barely covered her ass. I was getting excited watching him. I felt a tingling in my crotch.

As Mike worked on Cindy's legs, I knew that she was starting to feel something. She uttered a soft moan as his hands crept up her thigh. I caught her trying to re-position her legs, giving him more room to work on her, or was it to give him access to her pussy?

Mike grabbed the sheet and folded it down. He folded it in such a way that it now only covered her ass. I was getting so turned on. He leaned down, and I heard him whisper in her ear "let me go get some more oil." Then he turned up the music and headed towards his bag.

I thought Mike was walking to his bag which was behind my chair. He surprised me. He leaned down to me and whispered to me "if you are going to sit and watch this, you have to get naked - take off your shorts right now!"

What? He did not say another word, but simply glared at me. I did as I was told removing my shorts and freeing my cock. Mike went to his bag to get the oil, or so I thought. He came up behind the chair and whispered in my ear.

"You know I am a professional, right?"

As I started to answer, he grabbed my right wrist and pulled it behind me. I had no idea what he was doing, but it happened so fast I could not put up a fight. He handcuffed me to the leg of the chair. Then he grabbed my left hand and handcuffed that to the chair. I was helpless. As much as I wanted to protest, I did not want to ruin the evening.

With that, he returned his attention to Cindy. He stood at the head of the table, his cock inches from her face as he worked her shoulders again. He was kneading her tense muscles and making long strokes down her back. With every stroke he got closer to her ass. She would wiggle ever so slightly.

As I looked at Mike, he could tell I was getting excited. My cock was growing with every little sound that Cindy made. He stared at me as if to say "remember the rules." 

I knew we had reached the point of no return. Mike leaned down close to Cindy and said "you must work out because you have an incredible body. Let me get some more oil."

As Cindy responded with a barely audible "I'd like that" Mike walked towards me and his bag. He stripped off his shirt as he walked my direction. He walked past me and dropped his shirt in his bag. He leaned in behind me and whispered in my ear "she really is beautiful - remember the rules - any screw-ups and I leave."

He stood in front of me as I nodded my approval, reluctantly. With that, he dropped his shorts. I gulped. His cock was large, and thick. I had never felt inferior as a man until now. It must have been seven inches and it was not even hard. Oh my god.

He threw his shorts behind me and paused long enough for me to catch my breath. He grabbed his cock and cupped it in his hand making sure I saw the full package. Then he went back to Cindy on the table. I simply stared.

Mike walked to the foot of the table and slowly started on her feet. He gently massaged each foot starting with her toes. She told him how good it felt. All I could do was sit and watch.

As he worked his way from her feet to her calves, Cindy was becoming more excited. I could sense the tingling in her pussy by the way she moved. As he moved from her calves to her thighs, she became more restless, and more vocal.

"Oh yeah" she said. "That feels sooo good." 

That must have been a sign to Mike because he took that opportunity to remove the sheet. With a flick, it fell off the side of the table exposing her ass. Cindy did not say a word, nor did I. Mike looked at me and smiled a wry grin.

With that, he started massaging her thighs. Mike had strategically positioned my chair at the base of the table giving me a full view of what was about to happen. He stood to the side of the table working her right leg. He used long strokes that finished at her ass. As he went up her leg, he let his hands roll across her ass, separating her ass cheeks. She was feeling great and offered no resistance.

"Oh my god" she said, her voice muffled with her face buried in the table.

He repeated the long stroke, this time pulling her ass cheeks apart nice and wide. He got his first view of her pussy. She gently lifted her left leg to give him more access. It was a massage, but she dared him to do more.

Three more strokes and she was spread wide. Now I could see her pussy. This time, Mike gently brushed her lips. I saw it, and she felt it. She exhaled in a way that told me she was ready for more. She offered no resistance.

The next stroke went further with Mike's hand splitting her pussy. He was getting into the moment and my cock was starting to grow. His next stroke stopped at her pussy as he inserted a finger - not deep, but just enough.

Stroke after stroke Mike pressed further, this time his index finger going deep. Cindy raised her hips and spread her legs even more, but Mike paused. He leaned down to her and said "don't go anywhere."

"Oh, I won't!" Cindy replied obviously disappointed at the pause in the action.

Mike walked toward me still bound to the chair. He stopped directly in front of me and grabbed his cock in his right hand. As he stroked his cock for me, he offered me his wet index finger. As I sucked on his finger, I could taste Cindy's juices. I was now as lost in the moment as she was. Here was this stud with a cock approaching nine inches and he is feeding me my wife's pussy juice. OMG.

Mike moved back to Cindy. He lightly dragged a finger up her leg, across her ass, and up her back stopping at her neck. He stood directly in front of her. He leaned down and nibbled on her ear.

"Are you okay?" he asked her.

She answered in a half moan half whisper to say "yes."

"Are you sure?" he asked.

"Absolutely" was her reply, almost begging him to continue.

I am pretty sure she could see his dick under the table. As he nibbled her ear I watched as she wriggled her hips. Her legs spread wider and her hips raised up. She was hoping for more.

This time, Mike stood to the side working her back with strokes that went down across her ass finishing at her pussy. Cindy moaned loudly as he began to finger her. It was one finger at first, then two. She spread as wide as the table would let her. Her breathing had become heavy. My dick was throbbing.

With his thumb at the base of her asshole, he was working her pussy with two fingers. In, then out. Slowly and then faster. His fingers must have been magical, as I could hear Cindy with every curl of his finger. He kept going, responding to her every move.

"Yes, oh god yes!"

His thumb pressed hard on her asshole, as if he was going to fill both holes at once. I was dying. I was still handcuffed to the chair and could not do anything to pleasure myself. I often watched my wife finger herself to an orgasm, but I was always able to work my cock until I came with her. I sat helpless with my cock throbbing while Mike got my wife off.

"Oh my god, I'm cumming!" Cindy screamed. 

She thrashed on the table as Mike pushed her to a shuddering orgasm. It was the most intense thing I had ever seen.

As Cindy lay motionless, Mike abandoned the table and directed his attention to me. I panicked as I wondered "what is he doing?"

He stood in front of me, his cock at least nine inches hard. He offered me a taste of my wife. I sucked his fingers hard and long. It felt odd, but it tasted so good. He walked behind me, leaned down, and whispered in my ear.

"Is that what you wanted?"

"Yes" I whispered, even though I knew I really wanted her to feel his cock.

Before I could finish my thought, I felt his hand on my dick. Panic. What is he doing? Tonight is about Cindy. Or is it?

Sucking her juice off his fingers was quite erotic and it had my cock throbbing. He stroked me, knowing how excited I was. I closed my eyes, and like Cindy, I too became lost in Mike's hands.

"Be quiet" he whispered in my ear, and in less than 30 seconds I shot cum all over the place. I came in the hand of another man. Holy crap. It was amazing, and it happened so fast.

Mike turned his attention back to Cindy, gently stroking her back. He put the sheet on her again, covering her ass. She must have wondered if it was over. It probably didn't matter if it was. Thank goodness it wasn't.

Mike instructed her to roll over. He held the sheet up so she could flip. I realized that he did not want her to see me handcuffed naked to the chair. She was now laying face up and Mike laid the sheet across her mid-section. Her nipples were rock hard poking through the sheet. He stood at the top of the table and gently kissed her. She kissed him back. That bothered me, but tonight was about her.

Mike moved to working her shoulders, and gently down to her breasts. Cindy moaned again. Her emotions were moving to overdrive and she wanted more. With her hands at her side, she decided to pull the sheet off exposing her pussy to his full view. As Mike continued to work his way down her body, he bumped Cindy. It was then that she realized he was naked.

I saw her reach for his cock. As he worked her tits, she grabbed his rock hard cock and started stroking. She spread her legs again giving me full view of her sopping pussy. She still had no idea about my predicament.

Mike leaned down and kissed her again. She kissed back hard and deep this time. She continued to stroke his cock. He reached for her pussy. One finger at first, his thumb working her clit. Her head rolled back, her mouth opened and she exhaled heavily confirming her pleasure. She paused with his cock as the feeling in her pussy overwhelmed her. Now he had two fingers deep in her pussy, curling his fingers as if begging her to cum. I was able to watch everything. My cock was swollen and harder than it ever had been before, but I could not do anything to satisfy my urge. I wriggled in the chair silently begging for satisfaction.

Mike paused. Cindy paused. Now what?

Mike stepped to the top of the table and Cindy turned her head. She took his dick into her mouth, sucking him. It was big and she struggled. She could only take the head at first. She wrapped her hand around his cock and stroked him as she tried to get more in her mouth. Mike took his time, squeezing her nipples and fingering her pussy while she sucked his dick.

I was about to explode. If only I could rub my cock. I pulled as hard as I could but I could not free myself. All I could do was watch my wife being pleasured by this stud. She tried so hard to make him cum in her mouth.

She gave up. Mike was fingering her pussy and working her clit. She could not concentrate on sucking him off. It was too much for her and she let his dick drop from her mouth. 

Mike leaned to my wife, kissed her and whispered "slide down."

With that, Mike moved to the end and grabbed my wife by the hips. He slid her to the edge of the table. He moved so that I could see her pussy mere inches from my face. As bad as I wanted her, I could not have her. I thought he was going to fuck her. Instead, he leaned in and licked the length of her pussy. She went crazy on his tongue.