Fredrico and Carlo emailed today, and asked to meet me this evening. They wanted to bring Juan over for another time of enjoying me. Obviously they intended to enjoy me as well. I emailed them back telling them I would meet them at the loft.
Karen wanted to go with me, and I agreed. I explained to her she should dress like a little sexy Chicano girl. She came out in a white tight bodiced dress that flared at her hips to a wonderfully lacey, rather long skirt. She looked incredibly sexy. Her small breasts were straining against the fabric, begging to be released from their confinement.
We arrived a few minutes late. The guys had carried Juan up the stirs to my loft, and were standing there waiting as we appeared. Juan was dressed in a well fitted black suit and was standing there proudly leaning slightly on his cane. We could smell the masculine scent of his cologne before we saw him. I saw Karen’s nostrils flare as we neared the top of the stairs.
When we appeared, all the men’s eyes were locked onto little Karen. You should have seen her blush and thrill to their unspoken praise! Her back straitened even more and she thrust her lovely little chest out as if to say, “See what I have!!!???”
I have never been prouder of her.
So I handed the key to Fredrico and he opened the door for us. Juan offered little Karen his arm, and she gracefully took it, allowing him to usher her into my sitting chamber. Her long skirt rustled as she moved. Juan had eyes only for her.
For those of my readers who do not know, I have a loft that I often use for my trysts. It is wonderfully private and has two separate entrances so that lovers can approach from two separate streets and maintain anonymity.
Karen lit candles about the room, her lithe little body swaying with each step. Her perfect little bubble-butt was so impressive in her flared skirt. It hugged her hips and then fell away at her thighs. Very Latin! I almost expected her to start flamenco dancing.
Carlo and Fredrico were surprised by Juan’s apparent disinterest in me. In low conspiratorial voices they explained to me that he had spoken of nothing else after I had left the last time. Now he had eyes only for my young consort. I smiled at their perplexed faces. I could sense that tonight would go well indeed!
And it did. Juan and Karen danced to the music from the local Latino radio station.
I sat on the couch between the younger men and enjoyed their caresses and touches. We all watched Juan, his face alight, full of delight in little Karen. You could see the magic happening. Juan was clearly smitten.
Now bear in mind Juan is over seventy and has cancer. Karen is just barely twenty. Truly a spring-winter romance was blossoming right before our enthralled eyes.
And the delight was reciprocal between them. Little Karen is such a caring and gentle young woman. I respect her ethic and life outlook so much. She kept calling Juan “Sir”. It turned him on to be so addressed. It fed Karen’s innate sense of decorum and decency.
So after an hour of dancing, they sat down and began to talk in earnest. We could easily hear them. After a bit, Juan floridly proposed to her. He got down on his knee and proposed like a real gentleman! Karen blushed and tears shimmered in her eyes.
Juan, such a classy man, did not press her for an immediate answer, but promised to send his attorney to present a proposal in writing the following day (tomorrow).
Carlo took Juan home (after promising me his attentions the next morning), and Fredrico, after a little perplexed hesitation, allowed me the utter pleasure of his thickness. Little Karen stayed in the sitting room as we cavorted.
Fredrico had three in him tonight, and each one took me to new heights. When I awoke after the third one, Fredrico was gone and Karen was sitting beside me.
Her question was, “Deni, . . . . . Should I?”
Thursday, June 29, 2006
Tuesday, June 27, 2006
Little CumSlutFuckWhore's Diary: Theater Fun
Tuesday evening the girls (Linda and Karen and I) decided to go see a movie. We picked “Click” with Adam Sandler. When we entered the theater, I spotted a cute guy about Linda’s age sitting alone. There were very few people in the lobby, and he was already eating popcorn, so I suspected he was alone. I directed little Karen to sit next to him.
I had been promising Karen a “break in” experience at the movies for several months. Tonight looked like the perfect night! Karen could instinctively tell that she was going to be a highly sexual woman this evening. Her nipples sprang forth, getting nicely hard against her t-shirt. Her breasts are quite small and very firm, so she rarely wears a bra. Tonight was no exception. Even in the dimmed light of the theatre her nipples were highly obvious, including the darker portion of her areola. She is so sexy.
They guy kept trying to look at her out of the corner of his eye as she sat there next to him. Karen wears a very soft and wet smelling perfume that is both subtle and inviting.
Where we sat was a pretty obvious move on our part, because there were few people in the theater yet. So the fact that we sat right next to him made a fairly obvious hint about what we might be up to.
Karen kept glancing over at me and grinning a huge excited grin. She is so cute.
We all slurped pop and gobbled popcorn as if we were three naïve and normal women out for a good movie. The three of us knew though that we were going to provide this man the time of his life. He was going to brag for years to his buddies about what happened to him tonight!
Finally the movie started, and then finally the previews were done and the lights went all the way down. All I had to do was nod at Karen and her hand slipped over onto his bare knee. I could see her blush as she forced herself to be uncharacteristically bold.
The man jumped at her touch. His face turned toward her in shock.
She looked back at him with an unflinching smile. It slowly dawned on him that he was being groped by a cute sexy tiny little young woman. There remained no doubt in his mind when her soft gentle hand slipped slowly up his bare thigh, then dipped down his inner thigh to rest softly on his cock.
His face was staring down at his crotch, not believing what was happening to him.
Karen put her head on his shoulder. I could see her hand beginning to move up and down his growing cock. He kept staring at her little white hand on his cock. His mouth was wide open and his eyes were as big as a harvest moon in October. I heard him groan softly.
During a quiet moment in the movie I heard Karen whisper, “Get him out for me to play with please?” The young man immediately moved to unzip himself and struggle to get his arousal free of his baggy shorts and underwear (whitey tighteys!)
None of us were watching the movie. Our eyes wee all riveted on Karen’s hand, seductively white and visible in the flicker of the projector’s light.
When the young man finally was able to get his stiff member free of his clothing, Karen began to softly fist his cock up and down. The young man was trembling as she stroked him. I could tell he was close.
So could Karen, bless her heart. She quickly leaned over and took his penis into her mouth and sucked on it as she stroked him. He came within seconds. His sounds of cumming were clearly heard by the rest of the theater patrons. Everyone turned around to see what the commotion was. The young man didn’t even notice, his eyes were closed and his face was turned up toward the ceiling.
He must have been quite virile, because I could see Karen swallowing furiously to contain all of his semen. His orgasm lasted quite awhile (for a man, of course).
She held his cock in her hand for the rest of the movie, slowly caressing him. Toward the end of the movie, he was hard again, and sweet little Karen moved his hand to her unpantied pussy lips, putting her leg over his to give him room to explore her.
He did, still not believing this was happening to him. Karen is very sensitive, and soon she was moaning softly herself, getting close to her own orgasm. Her hand became a blur as she suddenly came in gushes. When he felt her wet gush, his cock exploded, covering the front of his dark shirt with his white cum.
The movie ended then, and we three got up and left as he tried to figure out how to clean himself up without any one seeing his embarrassment. I glanced up at him as we exited and saw him furtively gathering his sperm from the front of his shirt with his finger tips and eating it.
We three made passionate love that night, the erotic visions of Karen being so sexy in public filling our heads.
I had been promising Karen a “break in” experience at the movies for several months. Tonight looked like the perfect night! Karen could instinctively tell that she was going to be a highly sexual woman this evening. Her nipples sprang forth, getting nicely hard against her t-shirt. Her breasts are quite small and very firm, so she rarely wears a bra. Tonight was no exception. Even in the dimmed light of the theatre her nipples were highly obvious, including the darker portion of her areola. She is so sexy.
They guy kept trying to look at her out of the corner of his eye as she sat there next to him. Karen wears a very soft and wet smelling perfume that is both subtle and inviting.
Where we sat was a pretty obvious move on our part, because there were few people in the theater yet. So the fact that we sat right next to him made a fairly obvious hint about what we might be up to.
Karen kept glancing over at me and grinning a huge excited grin. She is so cute.
We all slurped pop and gobbled popcorn as if we were three naïve and normal women out for a good movie. The three of us knew though that we were going to provide this man the time of his life. He was going to brag for years to his buddies about what happened to him tonight!
Finally the movie started, and then finally the previews were done and the lights went all the way down. All I had to do was nod at Karen and her hand slipped over onto his bare knee. I could see her blush as she forced herself to be uncharacteristically bold.
The man jumped at her touch. His face turned toward her in shock.
She looked back at him with an unflinching smile. It slowly dawned on him that he was being groped by a cute sexy tiny little young woman. There remained no doubt in his mind when her soft gentle hand slipped slowly up his bare thigh, then dipped down his inner thigh to rest softly on his cock.
His face was staring down at his crotch, not believing what was happening to him.
Karen put her head on his shoulder. I could see her hand beginning to move up and down his growing cock. He kept staring at her little white hand on his cock. His mouth was wide open and his eyes were as big as a harvest moon in October. I heard him groan softly.
During a quiet moment in the movie I heard Karen whisper, “Get him out for me to play with please?” The young man immediately moved to unzip himself and struggle to get his arousal free of his baggy shorts and underwear (whitey tighteys!)
None of us were watching the movie. Our eyes wee all riveted on Karen’s hand, seductively white and visible in the flicker of the projector’s light.
When the young man finally was able to get his stiff member free of his clothing, Karen began to softly fist his cock up and down. The young man was trembling as she stroked him. I could tell he was close.
So could Karen, bless her heart. She quickly leaned over and took his penis into her mouth and sucked on it as she stroked him. He came within seconds. His sounds of cumming were clearly heard by the rest of the theater patrons. Everyone turned around to see what the commotion was. The young man didn’t even notice, his eyes were closed and his face was turned up toward the ceiling.
He must have been quite virile, because I could see Karen swallowing furiously to contain all of his semen. His orgasm lasted quite awhile (for a man, of course).
She held his cock in her hand for the rest of the movie, slowly caressing him. Toward the end of the movie, he was hard again, and sweet little Karen moved his hand to her unpantied pussy lips, putting her leg over his to give him room to explore her.
He did, still not believing this was happening to him. Karen is very sensitive, and soon she was moaning softly herself, getting close to her own orgasm. Her hand became a blur as she suddenly came in gushes. When he felt her wet gush, his cock exploded, covering the front of his dark shirt with his white cum.
The movie ended then, and we three got up and left as he tried to figure out how to clean himself up without any one seeing his embarrassment. I glanced up at him as we exited and saw him furtively gathering his sperm from the front of his shirt with his finger tips and eating it.
We three made passionate love that night, the erotic visions of Karen being so sexy in public filling our heads.
Friday, June 23, 2006
Little CumSlutFuckWhore's Diary 6-23
Darling Mistress,
This morning Carlo made two hundred ten dollars off my body. I was at my desk and he walked in and put his arms around me, stood me up, and turned me around to face a man I had not seen before. He started to caress my breasts as the man watched. But he did not unbutton my blouse. Just played with my tits.
So the guy looks at me, his eyes moving up and down my body. I had on my short jean skirt and a tasseled cowgirl shirt. Carlo kept caressing my nipples, rolling them around through the fabric of my skirt.
They started talking in Spanish. I heard Puta many times. Finally Carlo said to me, “He wants to pay me for fucking you. I told him you are my whore and I can sell your body to him.”
I was INSTANTLY wet! As you know, one of my fantasies is to be a real whore and be sold to customers. And it was really happening. Carlo was being my pimp and selling my cunt for money!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Then Carlo and the man started talking again in Spanish. Finally he said in English, “He doesn’t believe your tits are as firm and your nipples as long as I say. So I am going to charge him ten dollars to feel your tits though your shirt.”
So Carlo motioned the man over, the man put ten bucks in Carlo’s hand and he felt my nipples and my tits. I almost came when he paid Carlo and then reached up and started to feel me. My pussy was leaking my wetness down my thighs.
Then Carlo told him to stop and they talked some more. More Puta words. The guy was clearly hard now.
Then Carlo said that the man didn’t believe I was as tight as he said I was. So he was going to let him put his cocking my cunt but not fuck me, and I was to clamp down tight and let him feel how tight I was.
The guy hands Carlo fifty bucks, drops his pants, and walks to me and feels my cunt. He grinned when he felt how wet I was. He held his cock in his hand. Carlo put his arms under my armpits and I raised my legs up, hanging from Carlo. I took his cock and guided it to my pussy opening. He pushed in and I clamped down. God I love it when their eyes go wide in surprise when I grip them with my pussy!
He held his cock in my cunt as I milked him a bit.
Then Carlo told him that was long enough. The guy was starting to breath hard. But he stepped back and stood there looking at your SlutWhore’s naked cunt as I held my legs apart and hung in Carlo’s arms.
Finally he got his wallet and paid Carlo a hundred and fifty bucks to fuck me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I was leaking wetness continuously now, I could feel it dripping onto my feet and legs.
Carlo laid me on the conference table again, spread my legs, pulled them back over my head and nodded at t his man to fuck your slut’s whorey cunt! Oh god I was ready to squirt right then!
So the guy steps up and diddles my clittie with his cock head. Then he runs his cock head up and down my cunt lips. GOD! I mean darling Mistress, I was SO hot from having seen Carlo actually take the money for a man to fuck me. I was actually a real live whore!!!!!!!
I instantly started cumming. And I came in huge wracking lunges of cumming. And when I felt the man cum inside my FuckSluts cunt, I squirted all over him and his legs and the table and the carpet! Good thing Carlo is the cleaning man! Giggle
The guy came so hard he lost his balance and had to sit down.
Carlo was so randy from selling me and watching my get fucked that he instantly came around and plunged into me and fucked me viciously for about a minute and he too came in me. GOD! I was still cumming form the first man and then Carlo fucked me and I passed out as he was softening.
It was a long protracted passing out though, not like usual where I fade to black in about ten seconds. This one was like a whole minute of slowly fading to black as my body pulsed in orgasms.
Well they both couldn’t get it up again, so your slut was only serviced twice this morning.
I adore you Mistress!
Deni
This morning Carlo made two hundred ten dollars off my body. I was at my desk and he walked in and put his arms around me, stood me up, and turned me around to face a man I had not seen before. He started to caress my breasts as the man watched. But he did not unbutton my blouse. Just played with my tits.
So the guy looks at me, his eyes moving up and down my body. I had on my short jean skirt and a tasseled cowgirl shirt. Carlo kept caressing my nipples, rolling them around through the fabric of my skirt.
They started talking in Spanish. I heard Puta many times. Finally Carlo said to me, “He wants to pay me for fucking you. I told him you are my whore and I can sell your body to him.”
I was INSTANTLY wet! As you know, one of my fantasies is to be a real whore and be sold to customers. And it was really happening. Carlo was being my pimp and selling my cunt for money!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Then Carlo and the man started talking again in Spanish. Finally he said in English, “He doesn’t believe your tits are as firm and your nipples as long as I say. So I am going to charge him ten dollars to feel your tits though your shirt.”
So Carlo motioned the man over, the man put ten bucks in Carlo’s hand and he felt my nipples and my tits. I almost came when he paid Carlo and then reached up and started to feel me. My pussy was leaking my wetness down my thighs.
Then Carlo told him to stop and they talked some more. More Puta words. The guy was clearly hard now.
Then Carlo said that the man didn’t believe I was as tight as he said I was. So he was going to let him put his cocking my cunt but not fuck me, and I was to clamp down tight and let him feel how tight I was.
The guy hands Carlo fifty bucks, drops his pants, and walks to me and feels my cunt. He grinned when he felt how wet I was. He held his cock in his hand. Carlo put his arms under my armpits and I raised my legs up, hanging from Carlo. I took his cock and guided it to my pussy opening. He pushed in and I clamped down. God I love it when their eyes go wide in surprise when I grip them with my pussy!
He held his cock in my cunt as I milked him a bit.
Then Carlo told him that was long enough. The guy was starting to breath hard. But he stepped back and stood there looking at your SlutWhore’s naked cunt as I held my legs apart and hung in Carlo’s arms.
Finally he got his wallet and paid Carlo a hundred and fifty bucks to fuck me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I was leaking wetness continuously now, I could feel it dripping onto my feet and legs.
Carlo laid me on the conference table again, spread my legs, pulled them back over my head and nodded at t his man to fuck your slut’s whorey cunt! Oh god I was ready to squirt right then!
So the guy steps up and diddles my clittie with his cock head. Then he runs his cock head up and down my cunt lips. GOD! I mean darling Mistress, I was SO hot from having seen Carlo actually take the money for a man to fuck me. I was actually a real live whore!!!!!!!
I instantly started cumming. And I came in huge wracking lunges of cumming. And when I felt the man cum inside my FuckSluts cunt, I squirted all over him and his legs and the table and the carpet! Good thing Carlo is the cleaning man! Giggle
The guy came so hard he lost his balance and had to sit down.
Carlo was so randy from selling me and watching my get fucked that he instantly came around and plunged into me and fucked me viciously for about a minute and he too came in me. GOD! I was still cumming form the first man and then Carlo fucked me and I passed out as he was softening.
It was a long protracted passing out though, not like usual where I fade to black in about ten seconds. This one was like a whole minute of slowly fading to black as my body pulsed in orgasms.
Well they both couldn’t get it up again, so your slut was only serviced twice this morning.
I adore you Mistress!
Deni
Thursday, June 22, 2006
Flashing
Didn't I tell you the story?
OK, here it is:
Hubby takes me out in the back yard the other evening and took some pictures so that my cyber lovers can finally see what my body looks like. This is a first, in as much as we had previously agreed that the picture in my profile was all that I was to send them.
He took me into the back yard, unbuttoned the buttons that run down the front of my cotton dress, and removed it, leaving me naked except for my socks and tenny runners. He notices that I do not have my thong on, and raised an eyebrow as a question. I told him that it had gotten in the way when I was cybering this noon.
He lays a blanket on the grass, and lays me down on top of it. He directs me through several poses, but the pose he spends most of the time on is the one I sent you. I am on my back with my legs in the air, my knees bent. My hand is playing with myself, as you probably noticed.
That picture turned out well, I think. I hope you like it. It catches my innate hornyness.
After hubby finishes taking pictures of me in all my nude glory, we are both really turned on, so we decid to go to a town a ways away where no body knows us and do some flashing.
Hubby dresses me in a short denim skirt that allows my womanhood to be exposed fully if I squat down or cross my legs, and a short low cut halter top that was loose enough that if I bend over you can see my breasts regardless of whether someone is standing in front of me or behind me. I was bare-ass-naked under my dress and halter top.
I practice bending over and squatting in front of the mirror a few times so that I can see how best to expose myself, and see what I wanted others to see. I notice that if I bring my bottom down far enough between my legs while I squat, my target can see my little rosebud as well as my sex opening.
Hubby wanted me to drive. He wanted to be able to play with me on the way, I think.
We put the top down on my Boxster and take off on our adventure. We stop by the Taco Time on the way.
We order. I 'drop' hot sauce packets as the takeout server guy passes the food out to me. I of course have to open the door and pick it up. Don’t want any trash around!
As I swing my legs out of the car, they part, and the boy in the window gets a full view of me.
He about falls out of his little window when I squat and bend over to pick up the packets. It takes me a little time to get my fingers under them, because they are slick and thin. The poor boy is breathing very hard and his face is white when I again spread my legs as I got back into the car.
I lean out of the car, reaching out to him, and ask him if he could give me some other taco sauce packets in exchange for the dirty ones. It takes him a minute to register that I am talking to him as his total focus is wrapped up in staring at my fully exposed breasts.
After I finally regain his attention, he stumbles over to the condiment counter, waiving his hand at his buddies, and grabs a hand full and hands them to me, dropping a few of them.
"OOPS!" he says.
So I had to again get out of the car and now there are three young men hanging out of the window, all of their bodies stuck as far through the serving window as they can get. I give them all a long and teasing view of me, both breasts and bottom as I painstakingly pick up the dropped packets of hot sauce. I squat clear down so far that they can all see my little rosebud peeking at them.
After finally being able to get a hold of those slick little packets, I step to the window and bend over to hand them the dropped packets, again giving them a full view of my breasts, this time very up close. I stand there bent over and talk to them a bit as they all visually caress my breasts trying not to get caught looking. You know teenagers, tits take precedent over class; and pussy totally disconnects their brains, like all men that aren't gay.
I thanked them, and again spread my legs invitingly while getting back into my low slung sports car.
Hubby was so hot he can’t keep his hand out of my crotch as we drive to a park. We find a bench to feast upon.
We sit there, eating, and every time a guy goes by, I cross or uncross my legs. Hubby has on some loose jogging shorts, so when a female walks by, he leans back enough that just the head of his cock pokes out.
The first group to come by were all female. So Hubby leans back and we begin to watch their eyes and body language.
One of the women sees his cockhead when they are about 10 feet away. She starts hyperventilating and, by the time she is abreast of us, she is white as a sheet.
The other girls look where she is looking.
They all, at the very same time, put their hands over their mouths and their eyes become dinner plates, riveted and totally focused on my husbands cock.
Their chests start heaving and their nipples get hard. We can clearly see the dimples in the front of their blouses and tops. They are all out of breath by the time they get by us.
They walk about 100 feet past us, then have a little conference among themselves.
They split up and two walk back by us, again trying not to crane their necks, but looking (ogling) out of the corners of their eyes at hubby’s glorious exposed manhood.
Hubby is getting a hard-on by now. His penis is now half way out of his shorts, and out of the corner of my eye I see it is starting to pulse a bit.
They see it now, more exposed, and one of them whispers "My god! He is getting hard!" under her breath. They are so focused on his cock that they are not even aware of anything else in the world.
I try not to burst out laughing. They see nothing except his nakedness and hardening penis. I am not even there, as far as they were concerned.
The other two are about 50 ft behind, leaning forward in their eagerness, but trying hard not to show it.
Hubby was now fully hard and standing straight up, fully exposed, even his balls visible, as his cock is pulsing rampantly back and forth. We are both staring at the girls, and they don’t even realize we are looking at them. They walk by us so slowly that they would have had to bring a lunch if they walked any slower.
They are all gasping for air, their bosoms heaving, their nipples hard as rocks and poking out like 50 caliber machine gun bullets against their tops.
One of the girls stumbles over a crack in the sidewalk, the other one catches her, by grabbing her with her hands on the girl's tits no less. She is so focused on hubby's cock, she doesn't even take her hand off of her girl friend’s tits.
Two by two, they all, ever so slowly, walk on by and leave, giggling to each other. I hear them talking among themselves about "His cock" and "Hard ON" and "Balls" etc. "Fuck" and "fuckin’" is said many times, about every other word. They give hubby’s crotch one last glance over their shoulders as they go out of site.
Then a guy comes by, so I do the ‘uncross my legs’ thing. I am so hot by now that I may not be totally coherent in my thoughts. Watching those women react so strongly to my husband’s penis is something to behold! Hubby is breathing hard from his flashing as well.
The kid is on skates, and about wrecks as he goes by.
Another young man comes by on a skate board, I slowly re-cross my legs, leaving myself exposed as he moves by. He makes it by OK, but slows down drastically as he passes, looking down and over out of the corner of his eye.
Another woman comes by on a bike. Hubby leans back again, she openly stares as she goes by, nearly running off the path.
Another person, a man about 30 or so, rides by. I spread my legs luxuriously in a big yawn. He turns as red as a beet as he sees me watch him look at me.
Two more men, walk by. I boldly give then the royal treatment, tits and cunt fully visible to them. They do not notice.
A man of over 60 with a little dog walks by. I bend over and pet the dog, talking to the man, looking up at him. He starts hyperventilating, trying his best not to take advantage of me by looking at my charms. His eyes start to wiggle as he fights for control of where he is looking.
The dog actually reaches its nose up and sniffs my opening, cold nosing me gently.
I keep petting the dog, but I am now petting his bottom that hangs out from under my skirt. His head is buried in my crotch. I feel his tongue on me. He begins to lap my wetness within me.
I looked down at the dog to allow the man to finally get a good look at me in all my exposed and visible feminine beauty. Hubby tells me later the poor man stared at my tits as if the Madonna had just appeared. He ogled me and began licking his lips in almost a nervous twitch. Hubby could see the elderly man’s hard on growing in his pants.
The first man comes back by and stops ‘to pet the dog’ with me.
He watches the dog nose me and lick me as I pet the dog, and the older man is now drooling.
The man squats down so he can clearly see all of me. He absent mindedly strokes the dog as he stares unabashedly at my crotch.
I move forward off the bench and squat so that I am one hundred percent exposed to his eyes. My legs are widely separated. Even my rosebud is fully visible to him. The dog takes advantage of that and licks me there as well.
The dog really starts licking me, deep, and pushing with its nose to open me up further. The dog begins to gently chew my inner lips with his teeth. The teeth are dull, as the dog is also old, so it is not painful. I briefly close my eyes in the shooting pleasure of being publicly eaten by a dog, men very close to my exposed body, staring at me and drooling as I allow it to continue unabated.
The dog, vigorous pushing and chewing, works his licking deep inside my wet, increasingly sloppy pussy. My legs are spread wide to allow him full access.
The elderly man is about ready to pass out. The man is no longer pretending to pet the dog, he is just staring at my pussy being devoured by the dog. His mouth is open and his breathing is rapid and shallow. His cock has pushed his under pants out the side of his shorts. I can see it pulsing rapidly through the thin material.
Before I can no longer control my orgasm, I sit back up on the bench and lean back. I am breathing hard. My mind will not focus on anything except my crotch and my urgent need to reach orgasm.
They all regain composure and stand up. The elderly man had to put his hand on his back to stand up, as he had been bent over for so long appreciating my charms that he was almost locked into his stooped position. The man had been bent over so that his head was almost at the level of my head. He has fully appreciated my charms at his leisure, from as close as he could get to them without actually touching me. His trousers are not covering his hard on, and he is embarrassed when he realizes he is visible. He places his hat over his crotch.
They stand there for a while and talk innocently as their erections subside.
I periodically lean forward and give them a good view of my breasts again.
I pretend to pet the dog. Every time I bend over to pet the dog, they all bend down to get a good view.
Another girl, about 20, comes along.
Hubby leans back.
The girl stops "to pet the dog.”
We all talk as the girl ogles hubby’s re-growing cock. I notice pre-cum on the tip of his beauty.
I bend forward and the males lean down. Three heads are fighting for viewing room. The young lady and the boy actually bump heads a few times.
Finally they can't pretend any more and leave. The girl has not seen me flash, and the men have not seen hubby’s cock, they were so focused on the ‘object of their own desire’.
Hubby and I return to my car. The car is parked in a somewhat sheltered area, so without leaving, hubby eats me out as I cum noisily four times, visible to anybody that may be in the area. I suck on him, and during my second orgasm, hubby shoots my mouth full of his wonderful manly cream. I am in a haze of pleasure. If a police man had come by, I would have taken him on too.
We return home and fuck for hours, Hubby cums three times (on top of his one in my car) before we are relaxed enough to get to sleep.
OK, here it is:
Hubby takes me out in the back yard the other evening and took some pictures so that my cyber lovers can finally see what my body looks like. This is a first, in as much as we had previously agreed that the picture in my profile was all that I was to send them.
He took me into the back yard, unbuttoned the buttons that run down the front of my cotton dress, and removed it, leaving me naked except for my socks and tenny runners. He notices that I do not have my thong on, and raised an eyebrow as a question. I told him that it had gotten in the way when I was cybering this noon.
He lays a blanket on the grass, and lays me down on top of it. He directs me through several poses, but the pose he spends most of the time on is the one I sent you. I am on my back with my legs in the air, my knees bent. My hand is playing with myself, as you probably noticed.
That picture turned out well, I think. I hope you like it. It catches my innate hornyness.
After hubby finishes taking pictures of me in all my nude glory, we are both really turned on, so we decid to go to a town a ways away where no body knows us and do some flashing.
Hubby dresses me in a short denim skirt that allows my womanhood to be exposed fully if I squat down or cross my legs, and a short low cut halter top that was loose enough that if I bend over you can see my breasts regardless of whether someone is standing in front of me or behind me. I was bare-ass-naked under my dress and halter top.
I practice bending over and squatting in front of the mirror a few times so that I can see how best to expose myself, and see what I wanted others to see. I notice that if I bring my bottom down far enough between my legs while I squat, my target can see my little rosebud as well as my sex opening.
Hubby wanted me to drive. He wanted to be able to play with me on the way, I think.
We put the top down on my Boxster and take off on our adventure. We stop by the Taco Time on the way.
We order. I 'drop' hot sauce packets as the takeout server guy passes the food out to me. I of course have to open the door and pick it up. Don’t want any trash around!
As I swing my legs out of the car, they part, and the boy in the window gets a full view of me.
He about falls out of his little window when I squat and bend over to pick up the packets. It takes me a little time to get my fingers under them, because they are slick and thin. The poor boy is breathing very hard and his face is white when I again spread my legs as I got back into the car.
I lean out of the car, reaching out to him, and ask him if he could give me some other taco sauce packets in exchange for the dirty ones. It takes him a minute to register that I am talking to him as his total focus is wrapped up in staring at my fully exposed breasts.
After I finally regain his attention, he stumbles over to the condiment counter, waiving his hand at his buddies, and grabs a hand full and hands them to me, dropping a few of them.
"OOPS!" he says.
So I had to again get out of the car and now there are three young men hanging out of the window, all of their bodies stuck as far through the serving window as they can get. I give them all a long and teasing view of me, both breasts and bottom as I painstakingly pick up the dropped packets of hot sauce. I squat clear down so far that they can all see my little rosebud peeking at them.
After finally being able to get a hold of those slick little packets, I step to the window and bend over to hand them the dropped packets, again giving them a full view of my breasts, this time very up close. I stand there bent over and talk to them a bit as they all visually caress my breasts trying not to get caught looking. You know teenagers, tits take precedent over class; and pussy totally disconnects their brains, like all men that aren't gay.
I thanked them, and again spread my legs invitingly while getting back into my low slung sports car.
Hubby was so hot he can’t keep his hand out of my crotch as we drive to a park. We find a bench to feast upon.
We sit there, eating, and every time a guy goes by, I cross or uncross my legs. Hubby has on some loose jogging shorts, so when a female walks by, he leans back enough that just the head of his cock pokes out.
The first group to come by were all female. So Hubby leans back and we begin to watch their eyes and body language.
One of the women sees his cockhead when they are about 10 feet away. She starts hyperventilating and, by the time she is abreast of us, she is white as a sheet.
The other girls look where she is looking.
They all, at the very same time, put their hands over their mouths and their eyes become dinner plates, riveted and totally focused on my husbands cock.
Their chests start heaving and their nipples get hard. We can clearly see the dimples in the front of their blouses and tops. They are all out of breath by the time they get by us.
They walk about 100 feet past us, then have a little conference among themselves.
They split up and two walk back by us, again trying not to crane their necks, but looking (ogling) out of the corners of their eyes at hubby’s glorious exposed manhood.
Hubby is getting a hard-on by now. His penis is now half way out of his shorts, and out of the corner of my eye I see it is starting to pulse a bit.
They see it now, more exposed, and one of them whispers "My god! He is getting hard!" under her breath. They are so focused on his cock that they are not even aware of anything else in the world.
I try not to burst out laughing. They see nothing except his nakedness and hardening penis. I am not even there, as far as they were concerned.
The other two are about 50 ft behind, leaning forward in their eagerness, but trying hard not to show it.
Hubby was now fully hard and standing straight up, fully exposed, even his balls visible, as his cock is pulsing rampantly back and forth. We are both staring at the girls, and they don’t even realize we are looking at them. They walk by us so slowly that they would have had to bring a lunch if they walked any slower.
They are all gasping for air, their bosoms heaving, their nipples hard as rocks and poking out like 50 caliber machine gun bullets against their tops.
One of the girls stumbles over a crack in the sidewalk, the other one catches her, by grabbing her with her hands on the girl's tits no less. She is so focused on hubby's cock, she doesn't even take her hand off of her girl friend’s tits.
Two by two, they all, ever so slowly, walk on by and leave, giggling to each other. I hear them talking among themselves about "His cock" and "Hard ON" and "Balls" etc. "Fuck" and "fuckin’" is said many times, about every other word. They give hubby’s crotch one last glance over their shoulders as they go out of site.
Then a guy comes by, so I do the ‘uncross my legs’ thing. I am so hot by now that I may not be totally coherent in my thoughts. Watching those women react so strongly to my husband’s penis is something to behold! Hubby is breathing hard from his flashing as well.
The kid is on skates, and about wrecks as he goes by.
Another young man comes by on a skate board, I slowly re-cross my legs, leaving myself exposed as he moves by. He makes it by OK, but slows down drastically as he passes, looking down and over out of the corner of his eye.
Another woman comes by on a bike. Hubby leans back again, she openly stares as she goes by, nearly running off the path.
Another person, a man about 30 or so, rides by. I spread my legs luxuriously in a big yawn. He turns as red as a beet as he sees me watch him look at me.
Two more men, walk by. I boldly give then the royal treatment, tits and cunt fully visible to them. They do not notice.
A man of over 60 with a little dog walks by. I bend over and pet the dog, talking to the man, looking up at him. He starts hyperventilating, trying his best not to take advantage of me by looking at my charms. His eyes start to wiggle as he fights for control of where he is looking.
The dog actually reaches its nose up and sniffs my opening, cold nosing me gently.
I keep petting the dog, but I am now petting his bottom that hangs out from under my skirt. His head is buried in my crotch. I feel his tongue on me. He begins to lap my wetness within me.
I looked down at the dog to allow the man to finally get a good look at me in all my exposed and visible feminine beauty. Hubby tells me later the poor man stared at my tits as if the Madonna had just appeared. He ogled me and began licking his lips in almost a nervous twitch. Hubby could see the elderly man’s hard on growing in his pants.
The first man comes back by and stops ‘to pet the dog’ with me.
He watches the dog nose me and lick me as I pet the dog, and the older man is now drooling.
The man squats down so he can clearly see all of me. He absent mindedly strokes the dog as he stares unabashedly at my crotch.
I move forward off the bench and squat so that I am one hundred percent exposed to his eyes. My legs are widely separated. Even my rosebud is fully visible to him. The dog takes advantage of that and licks me there as well.
The dog really starts licking me, deep, and pushing with its nose to open me up further. The dog begins to gently chew my inner lips with his teeth. The teeth are dull, as the dog is also old, so it is not painful. I briefly close my eyes in the shooting pleasure of being publicly eaten by a dog, men very close to my exposed body, staring at me and drooling as I allow it to continue unabated.
The dog, vigorous pushing and chewing, works his licking deep inside my wet, increasingly sloppy pussy. My legs are spread wide to allow him full access.
The elderly man is about ready to pass out. The man is no longer pretending to pet the dog, he is just staring at my pussy being devoured by the dog. His mouth is open and his breathing is rapid and shallow. His cock has pushed his under pants out the side of his shorts. I can see it pulsing rapidly through the thin material.
Before I can no longer control my orgasm, I sit back up on the bench and lean back. I am breathing hard. My mind will not focus on anything except my crotch and my urgent need to reach orgasm.
They all regain composure and stand up. The elderly man had to put his hand on his back to stand up, as he had been bent over for so long appreciating my charms that he was almost locked into his stooped position. The man had been bent over so that his head was almost at the level of my head. He has fully appreciated my charms at his leisure, from as close as he could get to them without actually touching me. His trousers are not covering his hard on, and he is embarrassed when he realizes he is visible. He places his hat over his crotch.
They stand there for a while and talk innocently as their erections subside.
I periodically lean forward and give them a good view of my breasts again.
I pretend to pet the dog. Every time I bend over to pet the dog, they all bend down to get a good view.
Another girl, about 20, comes along.
Hubby leans back.
The girl stops "to pet the dog.”
We all talk as the girl ogles hubby’s re-growing cock. I notice pre-cum on the tip of his beauty.
I bend forward and the males lean down. Three heads are fighting for viewing room. The young lady and the boy actually bump heads a few times.
Finally they can't pretend any more and leave. The girl has not seen me flash, and the men have not seen hubby’s cock, they were so focused on the ‘object of their own desire’.
Hubby and I return to my car. The car is parked in a somewhat sheltered area, so without leaving, hubby eats me out as I cum noisily four times, visible to anybody that may be in the area. I suck on him, and during my second orgasm, hubby shoots my mouth full of his wonderful manly cream. I am in a haze of pleasure. If a police man had come by, I would have taken him on too.
We return home and fuck for hours, Hubby cums three times (on top of his one in my car) before we are relaxed enough to get to sleep.
Little CumSlutFuckWhore's Diary
My beloved Mistress has directed me to start the "Little CumSlutFuckWhore's Diary" which tells of my submissive and wild side, and how I please her.
Therefore, the following is what happened this morning.
6/22/06
I am here!
Carlo and a friend just left. They both had me twice. Twice seems to be Carlo's limit. This morning Carlo walked in, hugged me from behind, put his hands on my breasts and kissed my neck, then turned me around and unbuttoned my dress as his friend watched. He put his hands inside my dress and played with my breasts as his friend stood there, gawking, his cock getting hard. I stared right into his eyes as Carlo groped my titties. Then Carlo slowly unbuttoned the rest of my dress, one button at a time as his friend stood there his mouth open and his tongue almost hanging out. Finally Carlo had my dress completely unbuttoned and inside my dress started playing with my pussy, making it very obvious that he was fingering me. His friend started groaning as he watched.
Then Carlo opened my dress and showed his friend my whole body. He then took my dress of me completely so I was standing totally naked in front of his friend. He started running his fingers up and down my pussy and dipping them inside. Then he started telling his friend how tight my pussy was and how firm my titties are. The guy was about going nuts.
Then Carlo picked me up and laid me on the conference table on my back and pulled my thighs apart and started running his fingers deep inside me.
I motioned to his friend to come to me. I unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out and pulled it to my mouth. I had not sucked it for more than 30 seconds when his friend started cumming. He rammed his cock deep into my throat and shot cummies after cummies. Luckily he pulled back a little toward the end and I got to taste his cum.
Carlo stuck his penis inside me while I was sucking on his friend. So when I realized he was inside me, I clamped down on his cock and his eyes went wide and he started to hump me slower. But he only made about a minute before he started cumming too.
So they stood there playing with my body until they recovered. His friend still had his soft cock inside my mouth and Carlo was still standing there with his cock in my cunt.
After I thought they were a little past their “too sensitive” stage, I started sucking with both my pussy and my mouth. They both responded wonderfully and soon I was again being pleasured by two cocks. This time they took their time and took me to heaven over and over and over. I totally lose track of time when I cum, but I think it was about thirty minutes before they both came again, sort of feeding off watching each other fucking me. They swapped ends several times as they were fucking my body.
Carlo came in my mouth, and he discharged right on my tongue, so I got the full benefit. And his friend came in my pussy and that was great.
Mistress, I relayed to them that they were not to squeeze my nipples and breasts so hard that they bruised me any more. So even though my breasts are a bluish yellow right now, they are slowly getting better.
I love you Mistress! Thank you for having me!
Therefore, the following is what happened this morning.
6/22/06
I am here!
Carlo and a friend just left. They both had me twice. Twice seems to be Carlo's limit. This morning Carlo walked in, hugged me from behind, put his hands on my breasts and kissed my neck, then turned me around and unbuttoned my dress as his friend watched. He put his hands inside my dress and played with my breasts as his friend stood there, gawking, his cock getting hard. I stared right into his eyes as Carlo groped my titties. Then Carlo slowly unbuttoned the rest of my dress, one button at a time as his friend stood there his mouth open and his tongue almost hanging out. Finally Carlo had my dress completely unbuttoned and inside my dress started playing with my pussy, making it very obvious that he was fingering me. His friend started groaning as he watched.
Then Carlo opened my dress and showed his friend my whole body. He then took my dress of me completely so I was standing totally naked in front of his friend. He started running his fingers up and down my pussy and dipping them inside. Then he started telling his friend how tight my pussy was and how firm my titties are. The guy was about going nuts.
Then Carlo picked me up and laid me on the conference table on my back and pulled my thighs apart and started running his fingers deep inside me.
I motioned to his friend to come to me. I unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out and pulled it to my mouth. I had not sucked it for more than 30 seconds when his friend started cumming. He rammed his cock deep into my throat and shot cummies after cummies. Luckily he pulled back a little toward the end and I got to taste his cum.
Carlo stuck his penis inside me while I was sucking on his friend. So when I realized he was inside me, I clamped down on his cock and his eyes went wide and he started to hump me slower. But he only made about a minute before he started cumming too.
So they stood there playing with my body until they recovered. His friend still had his soft cock inside my mouth and Carlo was still standing there with his cock in my cunt.
After I thought they were a little past their “too sensitive” stage, I started sucking with both my pussy and my mouth. They both responded wonderfully and soon I was again being pleasured by two cocks. This time they took their time and took me to heaven over and over and over. I totally lose track of time when I cum, but I think it was about thirty minutes before they both came again, sort of feeding off watching each other fucking me. They swapped ends several times as they were fucking my body.
Carlo came in my mouth, and he discharged right on my tongue, so I got the full benefit. And his friend came in my pussy and that was great.
Mistress, I relayed to them that they were not to squeeze my nipples and breasts so hard that they bruised me any more. So even though my breasts are a bluish yellow right now, they are slowly getting better.
I love you Mistress! Thank you for having me!
Tuesday, June 20, 2006
Sex Tip: Crying During Sex, Ending a Relationship
Dear Deni,
I was wondering a couple of things. When my lover and I have sex and I cumm I cry. Is that natural?
Why does it happen?
Also if you waited for a person that you have known for 3 years and you finally get the opportunity to have that person, and it was not sexually satisfying, how do you tell that person?
Swan
Dear Swan,
I have cried during and after sex too. It is perfectly natural that when you are feeling intense emotions, they can express themselves through tears.
Sometimes I weep because I am so glad to have been pleasing to my lover.
Sometimes I cry because I needed the release of cumming so desperately.
And sometimes I cry because making love (or just having sex) is such a relief of my pent up emotions or frustrations.
So, as long as you aren't crying because it hurt, or your feelings were hurt by your lover, just go with the flow and know that many other women (and even men) cry as a part of, or after, great sex.
Second question: The first time you have sex, or ride in a car with someone as they drive, can be highly illuminating. You learn a lot about that person from how they make love or how they drive.
Sometimes the sexual tension between two people causes them to overlook certain characteristics that can be a real turn off when they are seen in post orgasmic relaxation.
Sometimes your lover is unskilled, or uncaring, or simply so eager that they loose it and do not manage to satisfy their lover.
Sometimes the chemistry is just not right between two people. The sexual tension can be there, but once the lust is satisfied, you come face to face with the lackof chemistry.
And sometimes two people have to learn how to communicate about what feels good to each of them. It is akin to having to learn that other person's language as though they speak a foreign tongue.
Your other question was "How do you tell them?"
I would suggest that you NOT tell them.
I would suggest that instead you just tell them that you have reconsideredand would prefer not to indulge yourself with them again.
If they pressure you with "WHY?" tell them that it is YOUR decision, and that is that. End of story. Don't allow them to pressure you into doing what you do not wish to do.
If you wish to continue to be their friend, then tell them so in unequivocal terms. If having sex with them has taught you that even that is no longer what you want, be honest and tell them that you wish to end your friendship with them. Say it nicely, but be firm and do not vacillate. You do not owe them an explanation of why. Sometimes it is easier to write it down and mail or email it to them than to say it in person.
In his book 'In Search of Excellence' written by Tom Peters, he advises us to"Fail quickly!"
I agree, espcially in matters of the heart.
Deni
http://www.samarelsexguide.com/
I was wondering a couple of things. When my lover and I have sex and I cumm I cry. Is that natural?
Why does it happen?
Also if you waited for a person that you have known for 3 years and you finally get the opportunity to have that person, and it was not sexually satisfying, how do you tell that person?
Swan
Dear Swan,
I have cried during and after sex too. It is perfectly natural that when you are feeling intense emotions, they can express themselves through tears.
Sometimes I weep because I am so glad to have been pleasing to my lover.
Sometimes I cry because I needed the release of cumming so desperately.
And sometimes I cry because making love (or just having sex) is such a relief of my pent up emotions or frustrations.
So, as long as you aren't crying because it hurt, or your feelings were hurt by your lover, just go with the flow and know that many other women (and even men) cry as a part of, or after, great sex.
Second question: The first time you have sex, or ride in a car with someone as they drive, can be highly illuminating. You learn a lot about that person from how they make love or how they drive.
Sometimes the sexual tension between two people causes them to overlook certain characteristics that can be a real turn off when they are seen in post orgasmic relaxation.
Sometimes your lover is unskilled, or uncaring, or simply so eager that they loose it and do not manage to satisfy their lover.
Sometimes the chemistry is just not right between two people. The sexual tension can be there, but once the lust is satisfied, you come face to face with the lackof chemistry.
And sometimes two people have to learn how to communicate about what feels good to each of them. It is akin to having to learn that other person's language as though they speak a foreign tongue.
Your other question was "How do you tell them?"
I would suggest that you NOT tell them.
I would suggest that instead you just tell them that you have reconsideredand would prefer not to indulge yourself with them again.
If they pressure you with "WHY?" tell them that it is YOUR decision, and that is that. End of story. Don't allow them to pressure you into doing what you do not wish to do.
If you wish to continue to be their friend, then tell them so in unequivocal terms. If having sex with them has taught you that even that is no longer what you want, be honest and tell them that you wish to end your friendship with them. Say it nicely, but be firm and do not vacillate. You do not owe them an explanation of why. Sometimes it is easier to write it down and mail or email it to them than to say it in person.
In his book 'In Search of Excellence' written by Tom Peters, he advises us to"Fail quickly!"
I agree, espcially in matters of the heart.
Deni
http://www.samarelsexguide.com/
Monday, June 19, 2006
My Submissive Side
Mistress Penny, here is my report about what happened when you gave me to that cleaning service man to fuck me as much as he wanted to and to have me gangbanged.
You know what happened at the office after we started chatting. You told me to take my clothes off and go see if anyone else was in my office building. And the only person I found was this 24 year old, good looking Latino guy that was cleaning the building. He had a “Fu-Man-Chu” mustache and wore tight form fitting jeans. He had been working hard, so I could smell the sweat that had accumulated as he worked. Not offensive, but manly. I sucked him to hardness so I could measure his penis. I measured his cock so you would know what the body of the man you had banging me was like. His penis was six and a quarter inches long and about one and a quarter inches thick.
You had me suck his cock for a bit, and then had him fuck my cuntie as I typed. You instructed him to grab and maul my tits and to be rough with me. You told him to put his fingers in my cunt and get them wet and then to put them in my mouth to clean and enjoy. He did, actually pushing them in so far I was deep throating his fingers as he mauled my tit.
Then, just as he was ready to cum, you told him to fuck my asshole. He used the wetness from my pussy to wet and lubricate my asshole, then put his cock into my wet cunt several times to re-lube his cock each time he wiped it off on my asshole to lubricate it, prepping me to open for him. He had to push hard to get his cock head into my butt, but eventually he did get it into me. He was still twisting and mauling my breasts as he fucked my ass.
He came inside my ass, deep, his hips pressed hard against my ass as he spasmed for a long time inside me. He continued to maul my breasts as you instructed him until he softened and fell out of me. He collapsed, laying on my back he came so hard. Totally spent.
You then told me to clean his cock, so I helped him sit in my office chair and then cleaned his cock and then his testicles. His cock had more cum inside the shaft that I enjoyed as I cleaned him with my mouth and sucked him dry. Then you told me to also clean his ass, so I deep tongued his asshole as instructed till he was wet and relaxed and somewhat open.
After he had caught his breath, he asked you if you wanted him to fuck me more. You told him that yes, you wanted him to fuck me again before he left. And you wanted him to be rough with me because I liked the pain.
He asked if he could bring a friend to fuck me too. You asked if his friend was a man or a woman. He replied that he could bring either, or both.
He then asked if you wanted him to get me gang banged. He said he had a party he was going to and he would take me and tie my on the bed and let every one there fuck me all night long.
You told him that you did want him to get me gangbanged by both men and women, no limits to how many times I was used, but to not hurt me, but just fuck me rough and hard.
The Latino man then told me to grab my dress and come with him, because he had some people he wanted me to meet. I hurried to say goodbye to you and tell you that I loved you. He grabbed my dress and my nipple and pulled me out of my office. I could not grab my PDA so I could converse with anyone. I barely got the office door closed before he had pulled me on down the hall and out the front door, naked as a jay bird, my tits jiggling as he shoved me into his car, slapping my ass and calling me his “Puta.”
He tossed my dress in the back seat and looked at my naked breasts as he drove. I sat there, feeling his eyes on me.
Finally he said “My name is Carlos. You are beautiful, my little Puta! I shall have your pussy so sore before the party is over that you will not be able to walk. But that is what that Penny lady wants, isn’t it?”
I nodded. He pulled over to the side of the road and slapped me.
He screamed “Answer me when I talk to you, you fucking whore!” I knocked him out.
When he came to, he was in a lot of shock and a little pain. He had fear in his eyes when he looked at me. I was still naked, sitting there watching him. I had not done anything drastic to him when I knocked him out, just short circuited his brain for a few seconds
I could see him thinking it through. He had slapped me; I had knocked him out, but had not run away, and had not gotten dressed. Clearly I wanted the sex, but not the abuse. He finally said “Sorry, I deserved that.” The rest of the day went much better.
He took me to his friends’ house, three guys and a girl, and told them they could fuck me if they wanted to. They did. They took me into the bedroom and all four started kissing and caressing me. Pretty soon they left me to the woman, and stood around, their hands stroking their cocks, and their eyes stroking our bodies as the woman and I made love.
She was a good lover, very soft, and very respectful. I came deliciously over and over as her mouth did its tricks, and her fingers filled me and emptied me again and again.
Finally the men could not stand it any longer and mounted me, one by one, fucking me hard and fast. None of them lasted more than a few minutes as I squeezed their cocks hard with pussy muscles.
I was definitely full of cum. They tipped me up and held me over the woman’s mouth and told me to feed her her breakfast. I squeezed as much cum out of my kitty as I could. Her tongue then entered me, lapping deep inside me as I came again. One of the guys then crawled onto her and fucked her deep and hard. He had already cum inside me, so it took him awhile to get his rocks off. The woman came at least three more times. She was almost delirious from coming so much. They pushed my face into her cum full pussy and told me to clean her up like she had cleaned me up. I did a very good job of it, cleaning not only her cunt, but also her ass, knowing that my Mistress wanted me to be thorough today.
The woman came again, this time so hard that she passed out. One of the men was hard again, and as I was finishing cleaning her, he mounted me from behind and fucked me long and deep and slow. His hands caressed my tender breasts and he gently twisted and pulled my nipples. It was exquisite. I came several times. I was so far gone I could no longer count orgasms.
He came deep inside my pussy, my cunt spasming over and over on his nice Latino cock.
I suddenly realized that this was going to be my first Latino all day gangbang!
Carlo climbed onto the bed and had me suck him hard. He then turned me and fucked me again, this time long and slow and softly. His hands were much gentler. I came several times with him as well.
Again they had the woman clean me with her mouth, and then allowed me a shower. I needed it. The woman and I showered together, and she finally figured out that I can’t talk. She hugged me and held me as she told me she would watch out for me all day long and all night too. Her name, she said, is Rosa
Carlo did not tell her I had knocked him out. But I appreciated her concern and protection.
Naked still, I was taken to the car, and told to sit between two of the men in the back seat. Carlo and Rosa were in the front seat. Both men had their arms around me and played with my breasts and my tummy and my vagina. They placed my legs over their legs and took turns fingering my cunt.
Their rapid fire Spanish was laced with words like Puta and chingadda.
The woman told the guys I could not talk. Their attitudes toward me changed instantly. I could tell they liked me.
We arrived at a bar after about a half hour drive. I had never been to this bar before, nor even seen it. By the vehicles outside, I could tell it was a Latino bar.
They helped me out of the car, and took me inside. I was still naked. They placed me on the bar and everyone started clapping to the Latino music that was playing. All eyes were on my naked body. It was too big a temptation so I started to belly dance.
The whole bar came to a standstill and watched my gyrations. I could see Rosa admiring my abilities. I motioned her up on the bar with me and she climbed up there and we both started dancing to the music. She learned quickly. She even improvised a little and added a few flamenco steps and moves.
Several of the bar patrons then pulled us down and started pawing us. Their fingers were soon inside my pussy and their mouths seeking my kisses. Three of them carried me to a table in the corner and immediately began fucking me, one in my pussy and one in my mouth. I was lying on my back, so they were literally fucking me from both ends. A crowd gathered around us and soon many hands were toying with my body. I was cumming continuously in long waves of pleasure. They chain ganged me for over an hour. I think that every one there had me at least once. I would guess there were twelve or fifteen men there besides Rosa and me.
Rosa did indeed look after me. When I had fucked them all to a stand still, Rosa took me into the bathroom and helped me clean up again.
When I came back out, they fed me Mexican food. I ate a lot of it. I was ravenous.
Carlos and Rosa took me shopping for clothes. Carlos fucked me in the dressing room as I was changing into and out of clothes. Rosa would select them and bring them to me, I would put them on, and then come out and model them for her. They were obviously looking for heavy slut for me. The one that turned Carlo on so much is the one that they bought for me. I had it on when Carlo fucked me in the dressing room, so it was well broken in before they bought it.
The top was nearly see-through, and of course I had no bra, so my nipples were on full display. The skirt was short, and was split to the waist, so if I moved too fast, or crossed my legs, my pussy would be clearly on display to anyone wishing to notice. Carlo took me back to Rosa’s house and Rosa and I took a long nap, cuddling to each other.
When we wakened, Rosa ran a bath for me, then bathed me with soft and kind hands. She was particularly careful with my pussy, cleansing it several times, then douching me over and over. Then she gave me an enema. Obviously she expected my ass to get activity during the evening.
Rosa told me about her childhood and her family. I like her a lot. I think she is about nineteen.
Then Rosa put on my makeup. I watched her as she applied it. I think she has had a rougher life than she lets on. When she had finished, I truly looked the whore. Dark black overdone eyes and heavy red lipstick, gaudy eye shadow, etc. She helped me into my whores outfit and led me out to the living room, where the guys were smoking weed.
They all got a kick out of my outfit and makeup. More cat calls of Puta and so no. I strutted my stuff a bit, swinging my hips and flashing my pussy at them. I could see them getting hard-ons as I did my little part.
We all ate supper, the men taking turns looking down my top, looking at my nipples, putting their arms around me and cupping my breasts, sneaking feels of my naked pussy, even sticking their fingers inside me periodically.
I received three marriage proposals over dinner.
The party was about an hour away from Rosa’s home. It was at the home of a fairly well-to-do elderly Latino business man. There was a pool and a trampoline and a hot tub and a tennis court, as well as a large yard and a well catered bar. I was introduced to Juan, the owner of the house.
He looked at me for several moments, then breathed a deep sigh and told me I was like a heavenly dove to him. He had a very nice smooth accent. Carlo encouraged Juan to try out my pussy as he told him it was the best he had ever had.
Juan smiled, then took me to his master bedroom suite and there proceeded to make passionate Latino love to me. Very stylistic and ardent. Kissing my feet, my legs, my hands, my cheeks, my ears, my everything before he finally looked at me and said “I must have you my darling. I must have you now.” I reached down and patted his crotch. That was all it took and he became an animal in heat. He yanked out his cock, pulled up my dress and rammed his meat home like a horse mounting his mare. He was squealing even, just like a stud.
His cock was about three inches long and pencil thin. I had to really clamp my pussy muscles tight to even have him be able to feel any friction. He came in about thirty seconds.
He started wheezing as he came and had to find his inhaler. He immediately went to sleep. Two servants came in and guided me back out to the other guests. I think they must have been watching him fuck me.
Carlos cam over and asked me if Juan had been satisfied. I nodded yes. Carlos looked at me with fond eyes and told me that the old man had not had sex in over ten years. He could not get it up, I guess. So Carlos had called him and promised him that I would fuck him.
Carlos’ again apologized for slapping me. I kissed him on his lips in response. Carlo had tears in his eyes. “You are so special, Deni,” he said. Then he looked at me and told me that Juan was his grandfather. He was not expected to live much longer, in as much as he has cancer. I put my arms around Carlo and he broke down and cried.
After he stopped sobbing, he told me I could take all that whore’s makeup off if I wanted to, it was for his grandfather. I decided to leave it on. I was having fun.
So I swaggered along toward the pool and hot tub. There was a really good looking guy over there. His eyes looked at me and asked if Juan was OK. I nodded. He asked if Juan had cum. I nodded. The man looked at me with a respect I had not expected. He said “Thank you.” I looked at him quizzically. He explained that Juan had been very very good to him and had helped him get set up in business. I nodded my understanding.
The man held out his hand and introduced himself as Fredrico. I shook his hand. He looked me in the eye and asked me “Is it true that you can’t speak?” I nodded again. His eyes softened and he put his arm around my shoulders almost like a big brother. “I am so sorry Deni. Someday I must to understand how that happened.”
I could tell that he was going to get all brotherly on me, and I wanted his dick, so I put my hand on his crotch. He swelled immediately. He looked at me again and then without a word took my hand and led me to one of the guest bedrooms and proceeded to fuck my brains out. He had a wonderfully thick cock, almost as thick as Hugh’s. He came three times before he went soft. Utter shear heaven.
When he left, he left the door open and I laid on top of the covers, naked, and my legs spread. Fredrico sent man after man in to enjoy me, and me to enjoy them. I think I was fucked by over thirty men before the party was over. I had so many O’s I could not even begin to count them.
They all treated me with respect, and many of them thanked me for what I had done for Juan. No one’s cock was a wonderful as Fredrico’s though. That man is welcome in my bed any time!
After the party had started to break up, Carlo and Rosa came back in and fucked me to at least three orgasms as they expended the last of their passions in a wonderful three way. Carlo came inside me again.
Rosa then drove me home to my girls. And baby Kira. She came in and met the girls, and Kira, and she stayed over with us, Lindi particularly enjoying her. Karen passed out three times, the little slut!
I love you Mistress Penny. Thank you for a wonderful day and night of passion and delight! I made a bunch of new friends and found another delightful perfectly sized cock. Mmmmmmmmm
Your loving slut and whore . . . . . . . Deni
You know what happened at the office after we started chatting. You told me to take my clothes off and go see if anyone else was in my office building. And the only person I found was this 24 year old, good looking Latino guy that was cleaning the building. He had a “Fu-Man-Chu” mustache and wore tight form fitting jeans. He had been working hard, so I could smell the sweat that had accumulated as he worked. Not offensive, but manly. I sucked him to hardness so I could measure his penis. I measured his cock so you would know what the body of the man you had banging me was like. His penis was six and a quarter inches long and about one and a quarter inches thick.
You had me suck his cock for a bit, and then had him fuck my cuntie as I typed. You instructed him to grab and maul my tits and to be rough with me. You told him to put his fingers in my cunt and get them wet and then to put them in my mouth to clean and enjoy. He did, actually pushing them in so far I was deep throating his fingers as he mauled my tit.
Then, just as he was ready to cum, you told him to fuck my asshole. He used the wetness from my pussy to wet and lubricate my asshole, then put his cock into my wet cunt several times to re-lube his cock each time he wiped it off on my asshole to lubricate it, prepping me to open for him. He had to push hard to get his cock head into my butt, but eventually he did get it into me. He was still twisting and mauling my breasts as he fucked my ass.
He came inside my ass, deep, his hips pressed hard against my ass as he spasmed for a long time inside me. He continued to maul my breasts as you instructed him until he softened and fell out of me. He collapsed, laying on my back he came so hard. Totally spent.
You then told me to clean his cock, so I helped him sit in my office chair and then cleaned his cock and then his testicles. His cock had more cum inside the shaft that I enjoyed as I cleaned him with my mouth and sucked him dry. Then you told me to also clean his ass, so I deep tongued his asshole as instructed till he was wet and relaxed and somewhat open.
After he had caught his breath, he asked you if you wanted him to fuck me more. You told him that yes, you wanted him to fuck me again before he left. And you wanted him to be rough with me because I liked the pain.
He asked if he could bring a friend to fuck me too. You asked if his friend was a man or a woman. He replied that he could bring either, or both.
He then asked if you wanted him to get me gang banged. He said he had a party he was going to and he would take me and tie my on the bed and let every one there fuck me all night long.
You told him that you did want him to get me gangbanged by both men and women, no limits to how many times I was used, but to not hurt me, but just fuck me rough and hard.
The Latino man then told me to grab my dress and come with him, because he had some people he wanted me to meet. I hurried to say goodbye to you and tell you that I loved you. He grabbed my dress and my nipple and pulled me out of my office. I could not grab my PDA so I could converse with anyone. I barely got the office door closed before he had pulled me on down the hall and out the front door, naked as a jay bird, my tits jiggling as he shoved me into his car, slapping my ass and calling me his “Puta.”
He tossed my dress in the back seat and looked at my naked breasts as he drove. I sat there, feeling his eyes on me.
Finally he said “My name is Carlos. You are beautiful, my little Puta! I shall have your pussy so sore before the party is over that you will not be able to walk. But that is what that Penny lady wants, isn’t it?”
I nodded. He pulled over to the side of the road and slapped me.
He screamed “Answer me when I talk to you, you fucking whore!” I knocked him out.
When he came to, he was in a lot of shock and a little pain. He had fear in his eyes when he looked at me. I was still naked, sitting there watching him. I had not done anything drastic to him when I knocked him out, just short circuited his brain for a few seconds
I could see him thinking it through. He had slapped me; I had knocked him out, but had not run away, and had not gotten dressed. Clearly I wanted the sex, but not the abuse. He finally said “Sorry, I deserved that.” The rest of the day went much better.
He took me to his friends’ house, three guys and a girl, and told them they could fuck me if they wanted to. They did. They took me into the bedroom and all four started kissing and caressing me. Pretty soon they left me to the woman, and stood around, their hands stroking their cocks, and their eyes stroking our bodies as the woman and I made love.
She was a good lover, very soft, and very respectful. I came deliciously over and over as her mouth did its tricks, and her fingers filled me and emptied me again and again.
Finally the men could not stand it any longer and mounted me, one by one, fucking me hard and fast. None of them lasted more than a few minutes as I squeezed their cocks hard with pussy muscles.
I was definitely full of cum. They tipped me up and held me over the woman’s mouth and told me to feed her her breakfast. I squeezed as much cum out of my kitty as I could. Her tongue then entered me, lapping deep inside me as I came again. One of the guys then crawled onto her and fucked her deep and hard. He had already cum inside me, so it took him awhile to get his rocks off. The woman came at least three more times. She was almost delirious from coming so much. They pushed my face into her cum full pussy and told me to clean her up like she had cleaned me up. I did a very good job of it, cleaning not only her cunt, but also her ass, knowing that my Mistress wanted me to be thorough today.
The woman came again, this time so hard that she passed out. One of the men was hard again, and as I was finishing cleaning her, he mounted me from behind and fucked me long and deep and slow. His hands caressed my tender breasts and he gently twisted and pulled my nipples. It was exquisite. I came several times. I was so far gone I could no longer count orgasms.
He came deep inside my pussy, my cunt spasming over and over on his nice Latino cock.
I suddenly realized that this was going to be my first Latino all day gangbang!
Carlo climbed onto the bed and had me suck him hard. He then turned me and fucked me again, this time long and slow and softly. His hands were much gentler. I came several times with him as well.
Again they had the woman clean me with her mouth, and then allowed me a shower. I needed it. The woman and I showered together, and she finally figured out that I can’t talk. She hugged me and held me as she told me she would watch out for me all day long and all night too. Her name, she said, is Rosa
Carlo did not tell her I had knocked him out. But I appreciated her concern and protection.
Naked still, I was taken to the car, and told to sit between two of the men in the back seat. Carlo and Rosa were in the front seat. Both men had their arms around me and played with my breasts and my tummy and my vagina. They placed my legs over their legs and took turns fingering my cunt.
Their rapid fire Spanish was laced with words like Puta and chingadda.
The woman told the guys I could not talk. Their attitudes toward me changed instantly. I could tell they liked me.
We arrived at a bar after about a half hour drive. I had never been to this bar before, nor even seen it. By the vehicles outside, I could tell it was a Latino bar.
They helped me out of the car, and took me inside. I was still naked. They placed me on the bar and everyone started clapping to the Latino music that was playing. All eyes were on my naked body. It was too big a temptation so I started to belly dance.
The whole bar came to a standstill and watched my gyrations. I could see Rosa admiring my abilities. I motioned her up on the bar with me and she climbed up there and we both started dancing to the music. She learned quickly. She even improvised a little and added a few flamenco steps and moves.
Several of the bar patrons then pulled us down and started pawing us. Their fingers were soon inside my pussy and their mouths seeking my kisses. Three of them carried me to a table in the corner and immediately began fucking me, one in my pussy and one in my mouth. I was lying on my back, so they were literally fucking me from both ends. A crowd gathered around us and soon many hands were toying with my body. I was cumming continuously in long waves of pleasure. They chain ganged me for over an hour. I think that every one there had me at least once. I would guess there were twelve or fifteen men there besides Rosa and me.
Rosa did indeed look after me. When I had fucked them all to a stand still, Rosa took me into the bathroom and helped me clean up again.
When I came back out, they fed me Mexican food. I ate a lot of it. I was ravenous.
Carlos and Rosa took me shopping for clothes. Carlos fucked me in the dressing room as I was changing into and out of clothes. Rosa would select them and bring them to me, I would put them on, and then come out and model them for her. They were obviously looking for heavy slut for me. The one that turned Carlo on so much is the one that they bought for me. I had it on when Carlo fucked me in the dressing room, so it was well broken in before they bought it.
The top was nearly see-through, and of course I had no bra, so my nipples were on full display. The skirt was short, and was split to the waist, so if I moved too fast, or crossed my legs, my pussy would be clearly on display to anyone wishing to notice. Carlo took me back to Rosa’s house and Rosa and I took a long nap, cuddling to each other.
When we wakened, Rosa ran a bath for me, then bathed me with soft and kind hands. She was particularly careful with my pussy, cleansing it several times, then douching me over and over. Then she gave me an enema. Obviously she expected my ass to get activity during the evening.
Rosa told me about her childhood and her family. I like her a lot. I think she is about nineteen.
Then Rosa put on my makeup. I watched her as she applied it. I think she has had a rougher life than she lets on. When she had finished, I truly looked the whore. Dark black overdone eyes and heavy red lipstick, gaudy eye shadow, etc. She helped me into my whores outfit and led me out to the living room, where the guys were smoking weed.
They all got a kick out of my outfit and makeup. More cat calls of Puta and so no. I strutted my stuff a bit, swinging my hips and flashing my pussy at them. I could see them getting hard-ons as I did my little part.
We all ate supper, the men taking turns looking down my top, looking at my nipples, putting their arms around me and cupping my breasts, sneaking feels of my naked pussy, even sticking their fingers inside me periodically.
I received three marriage proposals over dinner.
The party was about an hour away from Rosa’s home. It was at the home of a fairly well-to-do elderly Latino business man. There was a pool and a trampoline and a hot tub and a tennis court, as well as a large yard and a well catered bar. I was introduced to Juan, the owner of the house.
He looked at me for several moments, then breathed a deep sigh and told me I was like a heavenly dove to him. He had a very nice smooth accent. Carlo encouraged Juan to try out my pussy as he told him it was the best he had ever had.
Juan smiled, then took me to his master bedroom suite and there proceeded to make passionate Latino love to me. Very stylistic and ardent. Kissing my feet, my legs, my hands, my cheeks, my ears, my everything before he finally looked at me and said “I must have you my darling. I must have you now.” I reached down and patted his crotch. That was all it took and he became an animal in heat. He yanked out his cock, pulled up my dress and rammed his meat home like a horse mounting his mare. He was squealing even, just like a stud.
His cock was about three inches long and pencil thin. I had to really clamp my pussy muscles tight to even have him be able to feel any friction. He came in about thirty seconds.
He started wheezing as he came and had to find his inhaler. He immediately went to sleep. Two servants came in and guided me back out to the other guests. I think they must have been watching him fuck me.
Carlos cam over and asked me if Juan had been satisfied. I nodded yes. Carlos looked at me with fond eyes and told me that the old man had not had sex in over ten years. He could not get it up, I guess. So Carlos had called him and promised him that I would fuck him.
Carlos’ again apologized for slapping me. I kissed him on his lips in response. Carlo had tears in his eyes. “You are so special, Deni,” he said. Then he looked at me and told me that Juan was his grandfather. He was not expected to live much longer, in as much as he has cancer. I put my arms around Carlo and he broke down and cried.
After he stopped sobbing, he told me I could take all that whore’s makeup off if I wanted to, it was for his grandfather. I decided to leave it on. I was having fun.
So I swaggered along toward the pool and hot tub. There was a really good looking guy over there. His eyes looked at me and asked if Juan was OK. I nodded. He asked if Juan had cum. I nodded. The man looked at me with a respect I had not expected. He said “Thank you.” I looked at him quizzically. He explained that Juan had been very very good to him and had helped him get set up in business. I nodded my understanding.
The man held out his hand and introduced himself as Fredrico. I shook his hand. He looked me in the eye and asked me “Is it true that you can’t speak?” I nodded again. His eyes softened and he put his arm around my shoulders almost like a big brother. “I am so sorry Deni. Someday I must to understand how that happened.”
I could tell that he was going to get all brotherly on me, and I wanted his dick, so I put my hand on his crotch. He swelled immediately. He looked at me again and then without a word took my hand and led me to one of the guest bedrooms and proceeded to fuck my brains out. He had a wonderfully thick cock, almost as thick as Hugh’s. He came three times before he went soft. Utter shear heaven.
When he left, he left the door open and I laid on top of the covers, naked, and my legs spread. Fredrico sent man after man in to enjoy me, and me to enjoy them. I think I was fucked by over thirty men before the party was over. I had so many O’s I could not even begin to count them.
They all treated me with respect, and many of them thanked me for what I had done for Juan. No one’s cock was a wonderful as Fredrico’s though. That man is welcome in my bed any time!
After the party had started to break up, Carlo and Rosa came back in and fucked me to at least three orgasms as they expended the last of their passions in a wonderful three way. Carlo came inside me again.
Rosa then drove me home to my girls. And baby Kira. She came in and met the girls, and Kira, and she stayed over with us, Lindi particularly enjoying her. Karen passed out three times, the little slut!
I love you Mistress Penny. Thank you for a wonderful day and night of passion and delight! I made a bunch of new friends and found another delightful perfectly sized cock. Mmmmmmmmm
Your loving slut and whore . . . . . . . Deni
Saturday, June 17, 2006
Sex Tip: Seducing your wife into trying another woman
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Monday, June 12, 2006
Sex Tips: Removing Pubic Hair the Fun Way
Dear Deni,
What if you don't have a means or have the money to have your nether regions waxed, but want it done. What is the safest and least irritating way to do it yourself, with a razor?
Dani
Dear Dani
It has been years since I waxed my pubic area. And it has been years since I shaved myself there too.
In fact, I hate both of those measures to maintain my pubic region in the way I like it to be seen. Both of the methods you list are messy and can be painful. So what do I do?
Well, my method of keeping myself free of hair is free, pleasurable, and lasts for up to two weeks without ever leaving me with the "scratchies." Now before you tell yourself that I am crazy, I suggest that try it once, the way I do it, before you nix the idea. I soak in a tub of nice hot water for about fifteen minutes. Then I soap myself really well. I stimulate myself, or my lover stimulates me, as he/she works. Then my lover, or I, remove my hairs, one by one. A good pair of scissor style tweezers make pretty quick work of it.
My favorite way of doing it is to have my lover remove mine, and then I remove his/hers. It is very erotic, believe me! And you end up with a wonderfully soft kitty that never gets scratchy. You feel very little, if any,pain, and have lots of fun. The key is to soak in hotwater first, and then stimulate yourself sexually as you are doing it. That way your mind turns any minor pain sensation into feelings of sexual stimulation. You can stimulate yourself digitally, or put your lover's penis inside you and make love as your hairs are removed. Or you can watch your favorite sex video, or read a "crotch novel". The key is to be feeling sexy as you or your lover works. I find myself actually looking forward to my bi-weekly touch ups. And no "whisker burn" or "razor burn" or rough stubble occur, ever. Your little hairs grow back in soft, pliable, and smooth. My clittie is quite long, and my lovers love to see it protruding from between my kitty lips without being hidden by pubic hairs. Therefore keeping myself smooth and bald makes us all happy!
Deni
http://www.samarelsexguide.com/
What if you don't have a means or have the money to have your nether regions waxed, but want it done. What is the safest and least irritating way to do it yourself, with a razor?
Dani
Dear Dani
It has been years since I waxed my pubic area. And it has been years since I shaved myself there too.
In fact, I hate both of those measures to maintain my pubic region in the way I like it to be seen. Both of the methods you list are messy and can be painful. So what do I do?
Well, my method of keeping myself free of hair is free, pleasurable, and lasts for up to two weeks without ever leaving me with the "scratchies." Now before you tell yourself that I am crazy, I suggest that try it once, the way I do it, before you nix the idea. I soak in a tub of nice hot water for about fifteen minutes. Then I soap myself really well. I stimulate myself, or my lover stimulates me, as he/she works. Then my lover, or I, remove my hairs, one by one. A good pair of scissor style tweezers make pretty quick work of it.
My favorite way of doing it is to have my lover remove mine, and then I remove his/hers. It is very erotic, believe me! And you end up with a wonderfully soft kitty that never gets scratchy. You feel very little, if any,pain, and have lots of fun. The key is to soak in hotwater first, and then stimulate yourself sexually as you are doing it. That way your mind turns any minor pain sensation into feelings of sexual stimulation. You can stimulate yourself digitally, or put your lover's penis inside you and make love as your hairs are removed. Or you can watch your favorite sex video, or read a "crotch novel". The key is to be feeling sexy as you or your lover works. I find myself actually looking forward to my bi-weekly touch ups. And no "whisker burn" or "razor burn" or rough stubble occur, ever. Your little hairs grow back in soft, pliable, and smooth. My clittie is quite long, and my lovers love to see it protruding from between my kitty lips without being hidden by pubic hairs. Therefore keeping myself smooth and bald makes us all happy!
Deni
http://www.samarelsexguide.com/
Sunday, June 11, 2006
Saturday, June 10, 2006
Wednesday, May 24, 2006
Illegal and Immigration are Oxymorons
Subject: IMMIGRATION
Check Urban Legends: this is true: http://www.snopes.com/politics/soapbox/borderpatrol.asp
This is the actual letter written by retired U.S. Border Patrol agent David J. Stoddard to Senator Bill Frist. Mr. Stoddard is a resident of Cochise County, Arizona. He served as a soldier in the U.S. Army for 3 years and then as U.S. Border Patrol Agent for 27 years.
Dear Senator Frist:There is a huge amount of propaganda and myths circulating about illegal aliens, particularly illegal Mexican, Salvadorian, Guatemalan and Honduran aliens.
1. Illegal aliens generally do NOT want U.S. citizenship. Americans are very vain thinking that everybody in the world wants to be a U.S. citizen. Mexicans, and other nationalities want to remain citizens of their home countries while obtaining the benefits offered by the United States such as employment, medical care, in-state tuition, government subsidized housing and free education for their offspring. Their main attraction is employment and their loyalty usually remains at home. They want benefits earned and subsidized by middle class Americans. What illegal aliens want are benefits of American residence without paying the price.
2. There are no jobs that Americans won't do. Illegal aliens are doing jobs that Americans can't take and still support their families. Illegal aliens take low wage jobs, live dozens in a single residence home, share expenses and send money to their home country. There are no jobs that Americans won't do for a decent wage.
3. Every person who illegally entered this nation left a home. They are NOT homeless and they are NOT Americans. Some left jobs in their home countries. They come to send money to their real home as evidenced by the more than 20 billion dollars sent out of the country each year by illegal aliens. These illegal aliens knowingly and willfully entered this nation in violation of the law and therefore assumed the risk of detection and deportation. Those who brought their alien children assumed the responsibility and risk on behalf of their children.
4. Illegal aliens are NOT critical to the economy. Illegal aliens constitute less than 5% of the workforce. However, they reduce wages and benefits for lawful U.S. residents.
5. This is NOT an immigrant nation. There are 280 million native born Americans. While it is true that this nation was settled and founded by immigrants (legal immigrants), it is also true that there is not a nation on this planet that was not settled by immigrants at one time or another.
6. The United States is welcoming to legal immigrants. Illegal aliens are not immigrants by definition. The U.S. accepts more lawful immigrants every year than the rest of the world combined.
7. There is no such thing as the "Hispanic vote". Hispanics are white, brown, black and every shade in between. Hispanics are Republicans, Democrats, Anarchists, Communists,Marxists and Independents. The so-called "Hispanic vote" is a myth. Pandering to illegal aliens to get the Hispanic vote is a dead end.
8. Mexico is NOT a friend of the United States. Since 1848 Mexicans have resented the United States. During World War I Mexico allowed German Spies to operate freely in Mexico to spy on the U.S. During World War II Mexico allowed the Axis powers to spy on the U.S. from Mexico. During the Cold War Mexico allowed spies hostile to the U.S. to operate freely. The attack on the Twin Towers in 2001 was cheered and applauded all across Mexico. Today Mexican school children are taught that the U.S. stole California, Arizona, New Mexico and Texas. If you don't believe it, check out some Mexicantextbooks written for their schoolchildren.
9. Although some illegal aliens enter this country for a better life, there are 6 billion people on this planet. At least 1 billion of those live on less than one dollar a day. If wanting a better life is a valid excuse to break the law and sneak into America, then let's allow those one billion to come to America and we'll turn the USA into a Third World nation overnight. Besides, there are 280 million Native-born Americans who want a better life. I'll bet Bill Gates and Donald Trump want a better life. When will the USA lifeboat be full? Since when is wanting a better life a good reason to trash anothernation?
10. There is a labor shortage in this country. This is a lie. There are hundreds of thousands, if not millions, of American housewives, senior citizens, students, unemployed and underemployed who would gladly take jobs at a decent wage.
11. It is racist to want secure borders. What is racist about wanting secure borders and a secure America? What is racist about not wanting people to sneak into America andsteal benefits we have set aside for legal aliens, senior citizens, children and other legal residents? What is it about race that entitles people to violate our laws, steal identities, and take the American Dream without paying the price?
For about four decades American politicians have refused to secure our borders and look after the welfare of middle class Americans. These politicians have been of both parties. A huge debt to American society has resulted. This debt will be satisfied and the interestwill be high. There has already been riots in the streets by illegal aliens and their supporters. There will be more.
You, as a politician, have a choice to offend the illegal aliens who have stolen into this country and demanded the rights afforded to U.S.citizens - or to offend those of us who are stakeholders in this country. The interest will be steep either way. There will be civil unrest. There will be a reckoning. Do you have the courage to do what is right for America? Or, will you bow to the wants and needs ofthose who don't even have the right to remain here?
There will be a reckoning. It will come in November of this year, again in 2008 and yet again in 2010. We will not allow America to be stolen by third world agitators and thieves.
David J. Stoddard
U.S. Border Patrol (RET)
Hereford, Arizona
Check Urban Legends: this is true: http://www.snopes.com/politics/soapbox/borderpatrol.asp
This is the actual letter written by retired U.S. Border Patrol agent David J. Stoddard to Senator Bill Frist. Mr. Stoddard is a resident of Cochise County, Arizona. He served as a soldier in the U.S. Army for 3 years and then as U.S. Border Patrol Agent for 27 years.
Dear Senator Frist:There is a huge amount of propaganda and myths circulating about illegal aliens, particularly illegal Mexican, Salvadorian, Guatemalan and Honduran aliens.
1. Illegal aliens generally do NOT want U.S. citizenship. Americans are very vain thinking that everybody in the world wants to be a U.S. citizen. Mexicans, and other nationalities want to remain citizens of their home countries while obtaining the benefits offered by the United States such as employment, medical care, in-state tuition, government subsidized housing and free education for their offspring. Their main attraction is employment and their loyalty usually remains at home. They want benefits earned and subsidized by middle class Americans. What illegal aliens want are benefits of American residence without paying the price.
2. There are no jobs that Americans won't do. Illegal aliens are doing jobs that Americans can't take and still support their families. Illegal aliens take low wage jobs, live dozens in a single residence home, share expenses and send money to their home country. There are no jobs that Americans won't do for a decent wage.
3. Every person who illegally entered this nation left a home. They are NOT homeless and they are NOT Americans. Some left jobs in their home countries. They come to send money to their real home as evidenced by the more than 20 billion dollars sent out of the country each year by illegal aliens. These illegal aliens knowingly and willfully entered this nation in violation of the law and therefore assumed the risk of detection and deportation. Those who brought their alien children assumed the responsibility and risk on behalf of their children.
4. Illegal aliens are NOT critical to the economy. Illegal aliens constitute less than 5% of the workforce. However, they reduce wages and benefits for lawful U.S. residents.
5. This is NOT an immigrant nation. There are 280 million native born Americans. While it is true that this nation was settled and founded by immigrants (legal immigrants), it is also true that there is not a nation on this planet that was not settled by immigrants at one time or another.
6. The United States is welcoming to legal immigrants. Illegal aliens are not immigrants by definition. The U.S. accepts more lawful immigrants every year than the rest of the world combined.
7. There is no such thing as the "Hispanic vote". Hispanics are white, brown, black and every shade in between. Hispanics are Republicans, Democrats, Anarchists, Communists,Marxists and Independents. The so-called "Hispanic vote" is a myth. Pandering to illegal aliens to get the Hispanic vote is a dead end.
8. Mexico is NOT a friend of the United States. Since 1848 Mexicans have resented the United States. During World War I Mexico allowed German Spies to operate freely in Mexico to spy on the U.S. During World War II Mexico allowed the Axis powers to spy on the U.S. from Mexico. During the Cold War Mexico allowed spies hostile to the U.S. to operate freely. The attack on the Twin Towers in 2001 was cheered and applauded all across Mexico. Today Mexican school children are taught that the U.S. stole California, Arizona, New Mexico and Texas. If you don't believe it, check out some Mexicantextbooks written for their schoolchildren.
9. Although some illegal aliens enter this country for a better life, there are 6 billion people on this planet. At least 1 billion of those live on less than one dollar a day. If wanting a better life is a valid excuse to break the law and sneak into America, then let's allow those one billion to come to America and we'll turn the USA into a Third World nation overnight. Besides, there are 280 million Native-born Americans who want a better life. I'll bet Bill Gates and Donald Trump want a better life. When will the USA lifeboat be full? Since when is wanting a better life a good reason to trash anothernation?
10. There is a labor shortage in this country. This is a lie. There are hundreds of thousands, if not millions, of American housewives, senior citizens, students, unemployed and underemployed who would gladly take jobs at a decent wage.
11. It is racist to want secure borders. What is racist about wanting secure borders and a secure America? What is racist about not wanting people to sneak into America andsteal benefits we have set aside for legal aliens, senior citizens, children and other legal residents? What is it about race that entitles people to violate our laws, steal identities, and take the American Dream without paying the price?
For about four decades American politicians have refused to secure our borders and look after the welfare of middle class Americans. These politicians have been of both parties. A huge debt to American society has resulted. This debt will be satisfied and the interestwill be high. There has already been riots in the streets by illegal aliens and their supporters. There will be more.
You, as a politician, have a choice to offend the illegal aliens who have stolen into this country and demanded the rights afforded to U.S.citizens - or to offend those of us who are stakeholders in this country. The interest will be steep either way. There will be civil unrest. There will be a reckoning. Do you have the courage to do what is right for America? Or, will you bow to the wants and needs ofthose who don't even have the right to remain here?
There will be a reckoning. It will come in November of this year, again in 2008 and yet again in 2010. We will not allow America to be stolen by third world agitators and thieves.
David J. Stoddard
U.S. Border Patrol (RET)
Hereford, Arizona
Saturday, May 06, 2006
Schlongue Part Twenty One
“Honey, that little procedure on your schlongue will help millions of men all over the world. You just got the latest medical implant for early-ejaculators and impotent men. Your little experiment is one of the final steps in getting the unit approved. I own about half of the stock in that company, and with your successful implant we are going public in the next couple of months. Honey, I’ll be rich beyond all measure. I’ll be able to afford to buy a jet to take us wherever and whenever I want us to go! Vacations whenever I am feeling stressed! Yes!” She waves her hands in the air in a victory cheer.
Well, maybe this isn’t too bad then?
“You will be my demonstrator as we go from city to city demonstrating the technology. You’ll be on stage to demonstrate the ability to obtain instant erections for all of those frustrated wives and husbands needing these devices. We have to figure out how to adequately demonstrate the ejaculation control device. Any ideas?”
What! I am going to be on stage demonstrating this stuff? I’m going to be the only naked person in a huge room full of people? Oh Shit!
On the other hand, she needs my cock now, on me and working. Maybe I can relax a bit about having her serve it for dinner.
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French food on this our last honeymoon evening. Nice restaurant. Great service. My wife strikes up a conversation with a woman accompanied by two men sitting next to us. They all have French accents. She invites them back to the hotel for drinks. The woman keeps staring at my crotch as though she is thinking about investigating the strange lump there. My crotch does look a little strange when John is tied back under and hooked to my belt. The bulge appears abnormal.
When we arrive back at the suite, my wife asks if they want to get more comfortable and head down onto the beach to watch the sunset.
They are all amenable, and within minutes we are all headed for the beach. My wife of course had put the leash on Big John. I follow at my two foot following distance. The woman and one of the men walked beside me, the other man beside my wife. Both the woman and the man beside me keep looking at John out of the corner of their eyes.
My sidekick’s cock is a shorty, perhaps five inches. But then it’s hard to tell how long they will be when it blossoms to real manhood. The woman has a pleasing body. Small, even tiny, breasts, large pointy nipples, and a well proportioned heart shaped French butt. The man beside my wife walks with his pelvis strutted forward, as though trying to make his cock look bigger. It looks like it is maybe seven inches max as it bobs along.
We sit at the rail of the bar above the pool and order wine. The woman’s hand is on my knee within a couple of minutes. Seven’s hand is on my wife’s thigh in about the same amount of time. She smiles encouragement to him and to the woman. I can see where this is headed already! Five puts his hand on my leg. My wife gives him an even bigger smile and raises her eyebrows at him to emphasize that she is encouraging him to proceed. He starts to get hard as we sit there.
I start to realize what my wife is going to want me to do tonight.
His five suddenly turns into eight, and it is pretty thick, wobbling in the slight evening breeze.
My wife begins to gently probe into the trio’s relationship. They admit over the next few drinks that they are all bi-sexual. My wife’s nipples harden, I notice her walnut flower begins to blossom. I can see her wetness glistening around the thin, widening line between her little lips already. It won’t be long before I have to suck cock again, I can tell. Her hand lightly strokes Seven’s leg, circling closer and closer to his penis as she slowly weaves her web.
Tiny leans back and allows her legs to spread slightly, offering both me and my wife a view of her womanhood. She is also already glistening in the full moonlight. She stretches, and spreads her legs completely. I catch a glimpse of her unshaven French armpits. Seven drops his hand nonchalantly onto her pubic hair. His middle finger diddles her briefly as she sucks in her breath.
My wife suggests we return to the suite and continue our game. I’d prefer to stay here where I don’t have to suck cock, but nobody asks me.
Tiny takes my leash and leads me toward the hotel door. My wife and the two men saunter along ahead of us. I notice they both have their hands cupped under her ass as they walk along.
Tiny strokes the sides of my cock in the elevator. Several other people are on the elevator ride up with us. I see my wife fiddling with the fob that controls my erection, looking at me out of the corner of her eye with a shit-eating grin on her face. I see her thumb tighten on the button. I feel that small electrical tickle at the base of my cock, and boing, the lady in front of me has a cock poking between her legs, lifting her dress. She screams, jumps forward into the elevator door, bounces off, and whirls around. Whack! She looks at my cock pointing at my chin, having just snapped vertically, smacking into my stomach. Her eyes are bugging out and her mouth and pussy are covered with her hands to protect herself from entrance by my pillar.
“Oh my God!, look at that thing!” she screams, pointing at it as she grabs her husband’s arm, backing away into the elevator door. Her eyes are the size of pie tins, starring at poor defenseless John with utter contempt. I actually think she thought John was a large snake at first.
My wife is trying her best to smother her laughter, and Tiny, Five and Seven are both roaring while staring at my erection with wide unbelieving eyes.
“Holy Shit, man!” says the scared lady’s husband. “How do you get that into a cunt?”
“Honey!” the startled defensive woman slaps her husband on the arm.
The elevator doors open and we all exit onto our floor.
The upset wife and her inquisitive husband turn right as we turn left.
We barely make it into our room before they all burst out laughing, holding their stomachs, rolling on the couch, chairs, and floor, pointing at my cock with one hand, holding their stomachs with the other.
“Oh, God! I thought that woman was going to shit her britches when she felt that monster gooch her ass!” My wife knows those words after all!
I am so happy to be their entertainment for the evening.
After they regain their composure, all four come over to examine my erect monster. Both men and Tiny stroke it with their hands and eyes.
“Theer ees no vay sat sing vill feet into mee.” Tiny declares. “Vat are ze boomps on zat schlonguay for?”
“Stimulation.” My wife replies. “Wait until you rub yourself up and down on them. You won’t believe the additional sensation. Here,” she pushes John to horizontal “Slip your leg over it and rub yourself against them.”
Tiny looks skeptically at her male companions and then shrugs, “Oui!”
Her legs straddles my cock shaft as she faces me. She begins to rub herself back and forth along my shaft. She lowers her hand to her small lips and she spreads herself, shivering a little at her own touch. With eyes closed she moves her hips allowing her growing clitoris to bump along the nodules. I can see her nostrils flare as she rubs back and forth.
“Ohwhu! Mon Dieu! Zat feels zo guud.” Her eyes close and her head tilts back. Her breathing rate accelerates as she increases the rate at which she is rubbing up and down my shaft. Her small cherry colored nipples harden and grow into small berries ripe for plucking. Her hips begin to jerk forward and aft in rapid fashion. Her back arches. “OHHHH Mon DIEU! I em go-ink to cooooooooooooommmmmmmmmm!” she screams as she loses control. Placing her hands under my shaft, she forces her cunt against me, jerking spasmodically, totally out of control.
Her male companions reach out to stabilize her as she wobbles on my cock. She slumps over. They half carry, half drag her to the bed where she lies, her slim hips still periodically jerking up and down.
“Well! that was unexpected!” observes my wife. “I wonder whether that is a normal side effect of the nodules? I’ll have to record that in my notes. Darn! I didn’t have the cameras running!”
Seven and Five both fan Tiny’s face waiting to see if she is OK. She slowly opens her eyes, a far away dreamy look on her face. “Mon Dieu! Zat vas ze mos incredeeble orga-some I have efer have!” She closes her eyes again to savor the memory. Her breathing rate slowly returns to normal. Seven and Five stand up and stare at Big John with bewildered eyes.
“I hev nev-err see her cum zat queeckly. I mus usua-lee have to do her vis my mout, ora-lee for one haf ze hour” Seven says as he point to his watch and moves his finger halfway around the dial.
Five walks to my side. He touches one nodule with his forefinger, holding it there for a bit.
He looks at my fascinated wife and asks, “May I awso ex-spearianssse theese?”
My wife, ever the researcher, nods vigorously as her eyes widen with the implications.
Five moves around to my front, pulls Big John down and moves onto me like a child getting on a teeter-totter. His small ball sack is resting on my shaft. I can feel his puckery hole on my cock skin as he squats slightly, pushing John down under him a bit. He pushes his stiff cock down with his left hand allowing it to caress my shaft top. Slowly he begins to thrust back and forth, as if he were inside a woman.
Within seconds he is groaning. I begin to wonder if the surgery really has affects on a male’s sex organs.
He begins thrusting back and forth vigorously. His nipples harden. Never seen that in a man before!
In thirty seconds his head tilts back (what is with the head tilting back and French people?) and he shoots his white gooey cum all over my pelvic area and shaft. His expulsion of cum is forceful. I can feel it smack into me as it explodes from his cock head.
His friend holds him up so that he doesn’t fall over. He gets dragged to the bed and laid next to Tiny. Cord wood stacking up. Tiny is asleep, breathing rhythmically.
Without asking, Seven steps forward and mounts me. He reaches up and uses my shoulders to stabilize himself. Only his balls are riding on my skin. In under a minute he also coats me with his sperm, ribbons of cum hanging from my pectorals and abs. I am the only one left standing, so I add his body to the stack of cord wood. They are all still out and breathing softly, lying in a row.
My wife is standing there staring at my crotch. After a few minutes she reaches for the fob and he lowers to his resting position.
“Clean yourself up, honey, and let’s get to bed. We have an early flight back tomorrow, honey.”
Her head is thinking about what she has just witnessed. Her brow is furrowed in thought.
“You can sleep on the floor babe, lets use the guest room, since this bed is now full of people. Cover then up after you remove their footwear babe. Move them around till they are at least aligned with the bed. Put a pillow under their heads, make them comfortable.”
In the guest room, I lie on the floor.
“Honey, I changed my mind. Come up here and snuggle me.”
I crawl in behind her.
“Why did that happen honey?” I ask
My wife turns over, looks at me, caresses my cheek. With soft eyes she stares at me for a long time.
“You are incredible baby” she murmurs softly.
She moves back a bit, reaches down to John, and pulls him up between us. The soft silky skin of her stomach caresses him. He begins to grow upward, toward her face. She smiles gently, thoughtfully at his eagerness.
“Maybe tonight I should cum on my own husband’s cock too sweetie!”
My breath is taken away by her open admission of being turned on by my body. Tears fill my eyes. She moves her hand to my forehead and strokes it. She kisses my cheek where my tears are running down.
Her soft gaze continues as she tells me “With a love like yours honey, I can do anything. Thank you for loving me, even with all my eccentricities.”
Raising her leg, she pushes his growing rigid form down between her thighs. Her body is now at an angle to mine, so that my cock head is just inside her thighs, resting next to her soft little lips. I feel him pulsing eagerly there against her sex.
“It is OK for you to cum too this time baby” she tells me softly.
My beloved wife is letting me cum with her!
Her pelvis begins to move back and forth on the swollen plumpness of my head. She kisses my lips with growing desire.
Her small body begins to move farther up my shaft, moving past a nodule in its most forward thrust. Each time she moves her body past the nodule, she gasps.
“Oh my god baby, there is definitely something about these we did not know before! God this is making me crazy! Oh god baby, I am going to cum! God honey cum with me honey; oh god; shit I am……………; oh god! oh shit! this is so hot! ooooh god! Fucking AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!”
Her gorgeous little face is scrunched into an almost painful configuration of lust. The jerking of her body brings me closer and closer to not being able to maintain. I feel hot liquid lubrications spurting from her sex.
“AAAAAAAAA..AAAAAAAAA..AAAAAAAAAAAAAA. AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!” She goes rigid, head tilted back like the French.
It is enough to drive me over the edge, watching her cum so joyfully on my body.
On its own, my body begins to thrust and drive itself through her wetly lubricated thighs, my hips slamming into her belly. Without conscious thought I pump between her tightly gripping thighs, then pull back out. Again and again I slam into her and withdraw, bringing me ever closer to my own orgasm. I no longer think. I am an animal in heat, needing full release of my primal discharge of sperm deep within my female partner.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA… UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU ..UUUUNGGGGH” her second orgiastic scream ends in an animalistic grunt.
With no conscious thought Big John continues to fuck deep between her thighs. I vaguely realize I am using all my strength. I continue to hear her screams of orgasm as my humping takes me to my release.
The cum from my balls screams up the long road to the purple head between her thighs and I feel my balls pumping hard. I hear my own cummings as she screams in ecstasy.
I collapse. When I stop moving, her orgasm dies away to periodic trembling hip thrusts. Slowly those die away as well and she is asleep beside me, her back nestled against me like a puppy to its mother. I stroke her hair and kiss her neck.
My wife has enjoyed my body tonight. MY body! This means more to me than anything I have ever experienced.
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My wife turns to me as we sit side by side on the flight home. “Baby, I have never felt like I do right now. Watching you during our honeymoon, feeling your loving touch, watching how respectful you are of others, I have never in my life felt as good as I do right now. I realized this morning in the shower that I have fallen in love with you Baby. And you know what? I have never been in love before, I now realize.”
“Hon……” Her fingers on my lips stop me.
“Just listen honey. I am a selfish and self centered person. I know that, I admit that. But the purity of your unselfish love for me has made a huge impression.
“I married you because I knew you would be the perfect candidate for the surgery, and as a demo model.
“But honey, I have fallen in love with you. Who would have ever thought me capable……………”
She turns to the window, lost in thought.
The End
Well, maybe this isn’t too bad then?
“You will be my demonstrator as we go from city to city demonstrating the technology. You’ll be on stage to demonstrate the ability to obtain instant erections for all of those frustrated wives and husbands needing these devices. We have to figure out how to adequately demonstrate the ejaculation control device. Any ideas?”
What! I am going to be on stage demonstrating this stuff? I’m going to be the only naked person in a huge room full of people? Oh Shit!
On the other hand, she needs my cock now, on me and working. Maybe I can relax a bit about having her serve it for dinner.
****************************
French food on this our last honeymoon evening. Nice restaurant. Great service. My wife strikes up a conversation with a woman accompanied by two men sitting next to us. They all have French accents. She invites them back to the hotel for drinks. The woman keeps staring at my crotch as though she is thinking about investigating the strange lump there. My crotch does look a little strange when John is tied back under and hooked to my belt. The bulge appears abnormal.
When we arrive back at the suite, my wife asks if they want to get more comfortable and head down onto the beach to watch the sunset.
They are all amenable, and within minutes we are all headed for the beach. My wife of course had put the leash on Big John. I follow at my two foot following distance. The woman and one of the men walked beside me, the other man beside my wife. Both the woman and the man beside me keep looking at John out of the corner of their eyes.
My sidekick’s cock is a shorty, perhaps five inches. But then it’s hard to tell how long they will be when it blossoms to real manhood. The woman has a pleasing body. Small, even tiny, breasts, large pointy nipples, and a well proportioned heart shaped French butt. The man beside my wife walks with his pelvis strutted forward, as though trying to make his cock look bigger. It looks like it is maybe seven inches max as it bobs along.
We sit at the rail of the bar above the pool and order wine. The woman’s hand is on my knee within a couple of minutes. Seven’s hand is on my wife’s thigh in about the same amount of time. She smiles encouragement to him and to the woman. I can see where this is headed already! Five puts his hand on my leg. My wife gives him an even bigger smile and raises her eyebrows at him to emphasize that she is encouraging him to proceed. He starts to get hard as we sit there.
I start to realize what my wife is going to want me to do tonight.
His five suddenly turns into eight, and it is pretty thick, wobbling in the slight evening breeze.
My wife begins to gently probe into the trio’s relationship. They admit over the next few drinks that they are all bi-sexual. My wife’s nipples harden, I notice her walnut flower begins to blossom. I can see her wetness glistening around the thin, widening line between her little lips already. It won’t be long before I have to suck cock again, I can tell. Her hand lightly strokes Seven’s leg, circling closer and closer to his penis as she slowly weaves her web.
Tiny leans back and allows her legs to spread slightly, offering both me and my wife a view of her womanhood. She is also already glistening in the full moonlight. She stretches, and spreads her legs completely. I catch a glimpse of her unshaven French armpits. Seven drops his hand nonchalantly onto her pubic hair. His middle finger diddles her briefly as she sucks in her breath.
My wife suggests we return to the suite and continue our game. I’d prefer to stay here where I don’t have to suck cock, but nobody asks me.
Tiny takes my leash and leads me toward the hotel door. My wife and the two men saunter along ahead of us. I notice they both have their hands cupped under her ass as they walk along.
Tiny strokes the sides of my cock in the elevator. Several other people are on the elevator ride up with us. I see my wife fiddling with the fob that controls my erection, looking at me out of the corner of her eye with a shit-eating grin on her face. I see her thumb tighten on the button. I feel that small electrical tickle at the base of my cock, and boing, the lady in front of me has a cock poking between her legs, lifting her dress. She screams, jumps forward into the elevator door, bounces off, and whirls around. Whack! She looks at my cock pointing at my chin, having just snapped vertically, smacking into my stomach. Her eyes are bugging out and her mouth and pussy are covered with her hands to protect herself from entrance by my pillar.
“Oh my God!, look at that thing!” she screams, pointing at it as she grabs her husband’s arm, backing away into the elevator door. Her eyes are the size of pie tins, starring at poor defenseless John with utter contempt. I actually think she thought John was a large snake at first.
My wife is trying her best to smother her laughter, and Tiny, Five and Seven are both roaring while staring at my erection with wide unbelieving eyes.
“Holy Shit, man!” says the scared lady’s husband. “How do you get that into a cunt?”
“Honey!” the startled defensive woman slaps her husband on the arm.
The elevator doors open and we all exit onto our floor.
The upset wife and her inquisitive husband turn right as we turn left.
We barely make it into our room before they all burst out laughing, holding their stomachs, rolling on the couch, chairs, and floor, pointing at my cock with one hand, holding their stomachs with the other.
“Oh, God! I thought that woman was going to shit her britches when she felt that monster gooch her ass!” My wife knows those words after all!
I am so happy to be their entertainment for the evening.
After they regain their composure, all four come over to examine my erect monster. Both men and Tiny stroke it with their hands and eyes.
“Theer ees no vay sat sing vill feet into mee.” Tiny declares. “Vat are ze boomps on zat schlonguay for?”
“Stimulation.” My wife replies. “Wait until you rub yourself up and down on them. You won’t believe the additional sensation. Here,” she pushes John to horizontal “Slip your leg over it and rub yourself against them.”
Tiny looks skeptically at her male companions and then shrugs, “Oui!”
Her legs straddles my cock shaft as she faces me. She begins to rub herself back and forth along my shaft. She lowers her hand to her small lips and she spreads herself, shivering a little at her own touch. With eyes closed she moves her hips allowing her growing clitoris to bump along the nodules. I can see her nostrils flare as she rubs back and forth.
“Ohwhu! Mon Dieu! Zat feels zo guud.” Her eyes close and her head tilts back. Her breathing rate accelerates as she increases the rate at which she is rubbing up and down my shaft. Her small cherry colored nipples harden and grow into small berries ripe for plucking. Her hips begin to jerk forward and aft in rapid fashion. Her back arches. “OHHHH Mon DIEU! I em go-ink to cooooooooooooommmmmmmmmm!” she screams as she loses control. Placing her hands under my shaft, she forces her cunt against me, jerking spasmodically, totally out of control.
Her male companions reach out to stabilize her as she wobbles on my cock. She slumps over. They half carry, half drag her to the bed where she lies, her slim hips still periodically jerking up and down.
“Well! that was unexpected!” observes my wife. “I wonder whether that is a normal side effect of the nodules? I’ll have to record that in my notes. Darn! I didn’t have the cameras running!”
Seven and Five both fan Tiny’s face waiting to see if she is OK. She slowly opens her eyes, a far away dreamy look on her face. “Mon Dieu! Zat vas ze mos incredeeble orga-some I have efer have!” She closes her eyes again to savor the memory. Her breathing rate slowly returns to normal. Seven and Five stand up and stare at Big John with bewildered eyes.
“I hev nev-err see her cum zat queeckly. I mus usua-lee have to do her vis my mout, ora-lee for one haf ze hour” Seven says as he point to his watch and moves his finger halfway around the dial.
Five walks to my side. He touches one nodule with his forefinger, holding it there for a bit.
He looks at my fascinated wife and asks, “May I awso ex-spearianssse theese?”
My wife, ever the researcher, nods vigorously as her eyes widen with the implications.
Five moves around to my front, pulls Big John down and moves onto me like a child getting on a teeter-totter. His small ball sack is resting on my shaft. I can feel his puckery hole on my cock skin as he squats slightly, pushing John down under him a bit. He pushes his stiff cock down with his left hand allowing it to caress my shaft top. Slowly he begins to thrust back and forth, as if he were inside a woman.
Within seconds he is groaning. I begin to wonder if the surgery really has affects on a male’s sex organs.
He begins thrusting back and forth vigorously. His nipples harden. Never seen that in a man before!
In thirty seconds his head tilts back (what is with the head tilting back and French people?) and he shoots his white gooey cum all over my pelvic area and shaft. His expulsion of cum is forceful. I can feel it smack into me as it explodes from his cock head.
His friend holds him up so that he doesn’t fall over. He gets dragged to the bed and laid next to Tiny. Cord wood stacking up. Tiny is asleep, breathing rhythmically.
Without asking, Seven steps forward and mounts me. He reaches up and uses my shoulders to stabilize himself. Only his balls are riding on my skin. In under a minute he also coats me with his sperm, ribbons of cum hanging from my pectorals and abs. I am the only one left standing, so I add his body to the stack of cord wood. They are all still out and breathing softly, lying in a row.
My wife is standing there staring at my crotch. After a few minutes she reaches for the fob and he lowers to his resting position.
“Clean yourself up, honey, and let’s get to bed. We have an early flight back tomorrow, honey.”
Her head is thinking about what she has just witnessed. Her brow is furrowed in thought.
“You can sleep on the floor babe, lets use the guest room, since this bed is now full of people. Cover then up after you remove their footwear babe. Move them around till they are at least aligned with the bed. Put a pillow under their heads, make them comfortable.”
In the guest room, I lie on the floor.
“Honey, I changed my mind. Come up here and snuggle me.”
I crawl in behind her.
“Why did that happen honey?” I ask
My wife turns over, looks at me, caresses my cheek. With soft eyes she stares at me for a long time.
“You are incredible baby” she murmurs softly.
She moves back a bit, reaches down to John, and pulls him up between us. The soft silky skin of her stomach caresses him. He begins to grow upward, toward her face. She smiles gently, thoughtfully at his eagerness.
“Maybe tonight I should cum on my own husband’s cock too sweetie!”
My breath is taken away by her open admission of being turned on by my body. Tears fill my eyes. She moves her hand to my forehead and strokes it. She kisses my cheek where my tears are running down.
Her soft gaze continues as she tells me “With a love like yours honey, I can do anything. Thank you for loving me, even with all my eccentricities.”
Raising her leg, she pushes his growing rigid form down between her thighs. Her body is now at an angle to mine, so that my cock head is just inside her thighs, resting next to her soft little lips. I feel him pulsing eagerly there against her sex.
“It is OK for you to cum too this time baby” she tells me softly.
My beloved wife is letting me cum with her!
Her pelvis begins to move back and forth on the swollen plumpness of my head. She kisses my lips with growing desire.
Her small body begins to move farther up my shaft, moving past a nodule in its most forward thrust. Each time she moves her body past the nodule, she gasps.
“Oh my god baby, there is definitely something about these we did not know before! God this is making me crazy! Oh god baby, I am going to cum! God honey cum with me honey; oh god; shit I am……………; oh god! oh shit! this is so hot! ooooh god! Fucking AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!”
Her gorgeous little face is scrunched into an almost painful configuration of lust. The jerking of her body brings me closer and closer to not being able to maintain. I feel hot liquid lubrications spurting from her sex.
“AAAAAAAAA..AAAAAAAAA..AAAAAAAAAAAAAA. AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!” She goes rigid, head tilted back like the French.
It is enough to drive me over the edge, watching her cum so joyfully on my body.
On its own, my body begins to thrust and drive itself through her wetly lubricated thighs, my hips slamming into her belly. Without conscious thought I pump between her tightly gripping thighs, then pull back out. Again and again I slam into her and withdraw, bringing me ever closer to my own orgasm. I no longer think. I am an animal in heat, needing full release of my primal discharge of sperm deep within my female partner.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA… UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU ..UUUUNGGGGH” her second orgiastic scream ends in an animalistic grunt.
With no conscious thought Big John continues to fuck deep between her thighs. I vaguely realize I am using all my strength. I continue to hear her screams of orgasm as my humping takes me to my release.
The cum from my balls screams up the long road to the purple head between her thighs and I feel my balls pumping hard. I hear my own cummings as she screams in ecstasy.
I collapse. When I stop moving, her orgasm dies away to periodic trembling hip thrusts. Slowly those die away as well and she is asleep beside me, her back nestled against me like a puppy to its mother. I stroke her hair and kiss her neck.
My wife has enjoyed my body tonight. MY body! This means more to me than anything I have ever experienced.
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My wife turns to me as we sit side by side on the flight home. “Baby, I have never felt like I do right now. Watching you during our honeymoon, feeling your loving touch, watching how respectful you are of others, I have never in my life felt as good as I do right now. I realized this morning in the shower that I have fallen in love with you Baby. And you know what? I have never been in love before, I now realize.”
“Hon……” Her fingers on my lips stop me.
“Just listen honey. I am a selfish and self centered person. I know that, I admit that. But the purity of your unselfish love for me has made a huge impression.
“I married you because I knew you would be the perfect candidate for the surgery, and as a demo model.
“But honey, I have fallen in love with you. Who would have ever thought me capable……………”
She turns to the window, lost in thought.
The End
Schlongue Part Twenty
We proceed down a long hallway with office windows on each side, full of white coated office workers. Everybody in the offices are standing at the windows, watching the procession. A few women raise their hand to their mouth as if in shock as I walk by. I get the distinct impression that every body here knows what is going on, except me of course.
Our parade stops outside an operatory with stirrups on the table. The room is surrounded by windows. My wife hands the strap attached to my ring to a white coat, who hands it to someone standing inside the doors of the operatory. The person tugs on the leash and I follow her into the scrub room.
A masked person points at my cock ring and tells one of the scrub clad nurses to remove the ring, “then to sterilize his penis and testicles.” Not a good choice of words there, fella!
“He has no hair other than the bit that seems to be a pattern there, so you won’t need to shave him. You can leave that pattern in place.” My wife’s work emblazoned on my pubic hair will not be spoiled. She will be so happy to hear that!
The nurse scrubs my cock, balls, and asshole area until my skin is completely removed. I writhe in agony as she finally decides that I am clean enough.
God! She even scrubbed my scabs on my foreskin off!
She points into the operatory.
The masked man points to the table and says, “On your back, please.”
I climb up on the table.
“Feet in the stirrups.”
I place my feet in the stirrups. I realize that my cock, balls, and asshole are completely exposed to everyone watching from the hallway. The window provides no privacy to me at all. Everybody is gawking at the spectacle. People from all of the offices have gathered around behind my wife and the white coats. I see someone focusing a video camera on my privates. The TV monitor blinks on, and there I am in all my skinless glory.
“Where are the chips installed?” my wife asks through the speaker system.
The masked man points with a scalpel at the area between my balls and cock. “They will be inside the scrotum, but attached to the gluteus muscles above.”
My wife nods in understanding.
“You did say no anesthetic, right?” the white coat asks.
“Correct, he had breakfast this morning.” My wife is perfunctory in her answer. I am to have my cock removed without any anesthetic! I am THRILLED!
Mr. Mask nods and returns his attention to my crotch.
“We will insert the antenna from the top down.” His scalpel moves to the skin just under my cockhead.
I feel a distinct puncture. My eyes become unwillingly glued to the TV screen. For the second time on my honeymoon I see blood begin to flow from my cock.
He withdraws an antenna like he strip of wire that we saw in the conference room from a sterile package, wraps the steel wire around my cock over the line that my wife had drawn, clips it to length, smoothes the cut ends, and begins to insert it under the skin of my cock. On the television monitor I can see the wire bulging the skin out as it passes underneath. Each of the balls attached to the wire travels around the circular path under the line drawn earlier. The wire continues around and around until it is at the base of my shaft.
Mr. Mask again clips the wire at the top, places a ball right on the tip of the wire, then shoves the antenna another inch into me. Using surgical glue, he seals the tiny incision at the top. The fire of the glue catches my attention big time. After it subsides, I grimly admit that this is still better than amputation.
He moves my cock around, inspecting the location of all of the lumps in my cock. Looking up at my wife, he sees her nod her head in approval of his work.
He moves down to my balls, cupping them in his hand. My skin crawls. My eyes are glued to the TV. He moves the knife to the top front of my ball sac. I can’t shut my eyes. My balls cinch up inside me, trying to escape their mutilation.
Another puncture, right in the middle. Mask takes two short wires from a package and inserts them into my sack. He uses his thumb to guide the ends to their correct locations. With a long spouted bottle, he attaches them to my cods inside my sack with medical glue. He sews them in place using long tipped needle nose pliers.
He then takes a micro chip from another package and inserts it into my sack. Using both thumbs, he shifts it to the center of my sack, just under the center of my cock shaft. He glues it in place, then using the same pincher pliers, permanently attaches them to the muscle above. He attaches the wires to the chip.
Next he passes another set of wires up to the base of my cock, one right at the bottom of the antenna, and three at the locations they had pointed at in the conference room. He attaches the wires to the antenna, then to the chip in my sack, then locates the proper locations at the base of my penis to attach the three wires.
He glues the holes shut.
He turns to look at my wife, giving her the thumbs up sign. She returns the sign.
He looks at me and says “Now was that so bad?”
Easy for him to say. “Easier for you then me.” I reply cheekily.
“Son, I have the same implant, except for the amplifiers on the antenna. I may have that changed, after I see how easy it is with you. That is one large specimen you have there between your legs, son. If the procedure works for you, it will work for anybody. Thanks for letting us use you as a guinea pig.” He turns and walk from the room.
‘You’re fucking welcome!’ I think
Thanks? I’m a guinea pig? Me let them use me? What the hell does this thing do?
Nurse reinstalls the ring on my cock. She seemed to enjoy tugging the head through the too small opening.
“I can tell you, sir, yours is the largest schlongue I have ever seen in all my years in penile surgery.” She appears to be in her late fifties, so I guess she has some experience.
She reattaches the leash to my cock and motions for me to follow her.
My wife takes my leash and walks me back down the hall to the same conference room in which this whole charade started. No explanation of any kind. Every body watches me walk bare naked, led by a cock leash held by my tiny little wife, back down the hall into the same conference room.
Everybody resumes their seats. I remain standing because there is no seat for me.
“What is your recommendation for the healing period, before I can test it?”
“You can test it right now, if you like. In fact, that would be an excellent idea. Wait for one moment while we set up the cameras.”
“The spot lights are turned on, the camera started, and my wife raises a small key chain. She presses a button on the key chain fob, and I feel a sharp electrical shock to my balls. Not enough to cause real pain, just enough to really get my attention. Like the shock you get from touching a light switch after walking across staticky carpet.
Why in the world would that be necessary?
“Try the other button now please.”
Her finger changes position on the controller. She presses another button.
My cock springs to attention, rising up and snapping against my stomach. I look down to see the antenna’s balls clearly visible wrapping around my shaft.
“How do I get it to go down?” my pretty little wife asks.
“Press the button again. If sexual stimulation is not present, it should return to its flaccid condition quickly.”
My wife presses the button again, my cock begins to deflate. Talk about a woman needing absolute control! She can make me hard at will, keep me from cumming as long as she wants, then allow me to lose my hard-on at her leisure.
“You should remember, as I’m sure you already know, doctor, that a penis that stays erect for longer than four to six hours could suffer problems. The battery that charges this can be recharged with this solar array by holding the array in bright light and pressing this pad against the chip location. Leave it that way for about fifteen minutes every few weeks, and there should be no problems with the battery charge. Any other questions?”
My wife shakes her head ‘No’ and gets up to leave.
The ‘Thank you’, ‘No, thank you for this opportunity!’ bullshit takes about five more minutes. I fidget in my nakedness. My wife turns to me and presses the button that inflates my cock. She takes me out into the hall with my erection pulsing in front of me as I walk by all of the ogling eyeballs falling out of their sockets. My cockhead is floating over the top of her head like a balloon over a child at the county fair. People begin to clap as I walk by. Soon the hallway is a sea of clapping hands, wolf whistles and cheering.
My wife hands me my clothes and points to the men’s restroom. “There is a dressing room in there, honey.”
My erection accompanies me into the restroom. It knocks painfully on the door going in. The dressing room is comfortable, and I sit down to assess my condition. My cock head waves back and forth at me as I sit there. There is no way I can get the son of a bitch back into my pants like this. I try pushing him down between my legs, but no go. He resists with a horrible tension in my balls.
I have finally decided that I will need to go back out into the corridor and ask my wife to ‘allow’ me to relax,’ when I feel the little tickle at the base of my cock, and Big John begins to wilt.
Our parade stops outside an operatory with stirrups on the table. The room is surrounded by windows. My wife hands the strap attached to my ring to a white coat, who hands it to someone standing inside the doors of the operatory. The person tugs on the leash and I follow her into the scrub room.
A masked person points at my cock ring and tells one of the scrub clad nurses to remove the ring, “then to sterilize his penis and testicles.” Not a good choice of words there, fella!
“He has no hair other than the bit that seems to be a pattern there, so you won’t need to shave him. You can leave that pattern in place.” My wife’s work emblazoned on my pubic hair will not be spoiled. She will be so happy to hear that!
The nurse scrubs my cock, balls, and asshole area until my skin is completely removed. I writhe in agony as she finally decides that I am clean enough.
God! She even scrubbed my scabs on my foreskin off!
She points into the operatory.
The masked man points to the table and says, “On your back, please.”
I climb up on the table.
“Feet in the stirrups.”
I place my feet in the stirrups. I realize that my cock, balls, and asshole are completely exposed to everyone watching from the hallway. The window provides no privacy to me at all. Everybody is gawking at the spectacle. People from all of the offices have gathered around behind my wife and the white coats. I see someone focusing a video camera on my privates. The TV monitor blinks on, and there I am in all my skinless glory.
“Where are the chips installed?” my wife asks through the speaker system.
The masked man points with a scalpel at the area between my balls and cock. “They will be inside the scrotum, but attached to the gluteus muscles above.”
My wife nods in understanding.
“You did say no anesthetic, right?” the white coat asks.
“Correct, he had breakfast this morning.” My wife is perfunctory in her answer. I am to have my cock removed without any anesthetic! I am THRILLED!
Mr. Mask nods and returns his attention to my crotch.
“We will insert the antenna from the top down.” His scalpel moves to the skin just under my cockhead.
I feel a distinct puncture. My eyes become unwillingly glued to the TV screen. For the second time on my honeymoon I see blood begin to flow from my cock.
He withdraws an antenna like he strip of wire that we saw in the conference room from a sterile package, wraps the steel wire around my cock over the line that my wife had drawn, clips it to length, smoothes the cut ends, and begins to insert it under the skin of my cock. On the television monitor I can see the wire bulging the skin out as it passes underneath. Each of the balls attached to the wire travels around the circular path under the line drawn earlier. The wire continues around and around until it is at the base of my shaft.
Mr. Mask again clips the wire at the top, places a ball right on the tip of the wire, then shoves the antenna another inch into me. Using surgical glue, he seals the tiny incision at the top. The fire of the glue catches my attention big time. After it subsides, I grimly admit that this is still better than amputation.
He moves my cock around, inspecting the location of all of the lumps in my cock. Looking up at my wife, he sees her nod her head in approval of his work.
He moves down to my balls, cupping them in his hand. My skin crawls. My eyes are glued to the TV. He moves the knife to the top front of my ball sac. I can’t shut my eyes. My balls cinch up inside me, trying to escape their mutilation.
Another puncture, right in the middle. Mask takes two short wires from a package and inserts them into my sack. He uses his thumb to guide the ends to their correct locations. With a long spouted bottle, he attaches them to my cods inside my sack with medical glue. He sews them in place using long tipped needle nose pliers.
He then takes a micro chip from another package and inserts it into my sack. Using both thumbs, he shifts it to the center of my sack, just under the center of my cock shaft. He glues it in place, then using the same pincher pliers, permanently attaches them to the muscle above. He attaches the wires to the chip.
Next he passes another set of wires up to the base of my cock, one right at the bottom of the antenna, and three at the locations they had pointed at in the conference room. He attaches the wires to the antenna, then to the chip in my sack, then locates the proper locations at the base of my penis to attach the three wires.
He glues the holes shut.
He turns to look at my wife, giving her the thumbs up sign. She returns the sign.
He looks at me and says “Now was that so bad?”
Easy for him to say. “Easier for you then me.” I reply cheekily.
“Son, I have the same implant, except for the amplifiers on the antenna. I may have that changed, after I see how easy it is with you. That is one large specimen you have there between your legs, son. If the procedure works for you, it will work for anybody. Thanks for letting us use you as a guinea pig.” He turns and walk from the room.
‘You’re fucking welcome!’ I think
Thanks? I’m a guinea pig? Me let them use me? What the hell does this thing do?
Nurse reinstalls the ring on my cock. She seemed to enjoy tugging the head through the too small opening.
“I can tell you, sir, yours is the largest schlongue I have ever seen in all my years in penile surgery.” She appears to be in her late fifties, so I guess she has some experience.
She reattaches the leash to my cock and motions for me to follow her.
My wife takes my leash and walks me back down the hall to the same conference room in which this whole charade started. No explanation of any kind. Every body watches me walk bare naked, led by a cock leash held by my tiny little wife, back down the hall into the same conference room.
Everybody resumes their seats. I remain standing because there is no seat for me.
“What is your recommendation for the healing period, before I can test it?”
“You can test it right now, if you like. In fact, that would be an excellent idea. Wait for one moment while we set up the cameras.”
“The spot lights are turned on, the camera started, and my wife raises a small key chain. She presses a button on the key chain fob, and I feel a sharp electrical shock to my balls. Not enough to cause real pain, just enough to really get my attention. Like the shock you get from touching a light switch after walking across staticky carpet.
Why in the world would that be necessary?
“Try the other button now please.”
Her finger changes position on the controller. She presses another button.
My cock springs to attention, rising up and snapping against my stomach. I look down to see the antenna’s balls clearly visible wrapping around my shaft.
“How do I get it to go down?” my pretty little wife asks.
“Press the button again. If sexual stimulation is not present, it should return to its flaccid condition quickly.”
My wife presses the button again, my cock begins to deflate. Talk about a woman needing absolute control! She can make me hard at will, keep me from cumming as long as she wants, then allow me to lose my hard-on at her leisure.
“You should remember, as I’m sure you already know, doctor, that a penis that stays erect for longer than four to six hours could suffer problems. The battery that charges this can be recharged with this solar array by holding the array in bright light and pressing this pad against the chip location. Leave it that way for about fifteen minutes every few weeks, and there should be no problems with the battery charge. Any other questions?”
My wife shakes her head ‘No’ and gets up to leave.
The ‘Thank you’, ‘No, thank you for this opportunity!’ bullshit takes about five more minutes. I fidget in my nakedness. My wife turns to me and presses the button that inflates my cock. She takes me out into the hall with my erection pulsing in front of me as I walk by all of the ogling eyeballs falling out of their sockets. My cockhead is floating over the top of her head like a balloon over a child at the county fair. People begin to clap as I walk by. Soon the hallway is a sea of clapping hands, wolf whistles and cheering.
My wife hands me my clothes and points to the men’s restroom. “There is a dressing room in there, honey.”
My erection accompanies me into the restroom. It knocks painfully on the door going in. The dressing room is comfortable, and I sit down to assess my condition. My cock head waves back and forth at me as I sit there. There is no way I can get the son of a bitch back into my pants like this. I try pushing him down between my legs, but no go. He resists with a horrible tension in my balls.
I have finally decided that I will need to go back out into the corridor and ask my wife to ‘allow’ me to relax,’ when I feel the little tickle at the base of my cock, and Big John begins to wilt.
Friday, May 05, 2006
Schlongue Part Nineteen
My wife called to me “Honey, bring your journal in for me to read.” It is 9 hours later. During that time, after I had caught my journal up, my thoughtful and concerned Doctor wife ministered gently to my wounds, cleaning them, washing them, sterilizing the cuts, then wrapping my cock head to speed healing. As soon as the salt was gone, the ragged cuts didn’t hurt too badly. Just a low grade throb remains. She put some sort of salve on my cuts, and that really helped a lot.
She has then allowed me to sleep most of the day away. She pumped me full of aspirin so that I could rest, just in case.
I had gingerly walked into her bedroom, half expecting to find another man in there with her.
She is now fully dressed, and as usual looks spectacular. I hand her my journal. “Would you please fix me some tea please honey?” She looks at me through upraised eyebrows.
“Sure sweetie. Thanks again for cleaning my cuts.”
After she had read my diary, she looked up at me over her reading glasses and said, “I bought you a deep sea fishing trip for tomorrow, honey.”
Cool! “Thanks sweetheart.”
“I’m sorry things got out of hand for you last night, baby. But I am really proud of how you maintained your cool. Your friends all admitted they were beside them selves with lust last night. They were very turned on by your body, but frustrated by not being able to have you. They all apologized except for the one with that poochy stomach.”
Pooch is still pissed, I guess.
I turn to gingerly retreat to the kitchen area in the suite. My cock sways as I walk. I am careful not to allow it to hit anything.
“I’m not going, so you’re on your own, honey.” I try to contain my suspicion for why she is not going. I decide not to allow myself to sabotage my enjoyment of my fishing trip.
I bring the tea back into her. She looks up and has the most peaceful smile on her face.
“Honey, you are really good at his journaling. I love that you record your true emotions here in your journal. It allows me to track what you are really feeling.” She stretches up to give me a kiss as I lean over to set her tea on the table beside her. Her lips are soft, warm, and friendly. She rewards me with her wonderful feminine softness. My eyes tear in gratitude.
“Interesting that I noticed the same thing you did about the woman you called Pooch. Now I understand why she didn’t apologize. She is feeling too guilty.”
She smiles lustfully at me. “God it turns me on to watch you suck yourself off! You are truly one of a kind, sweetie!”
“Would you like to go for dinner, Hon? I am really hungry.” I ask hopefully.
“Sure Babe. Let me change my shoes.”
We dine at a new restaurant that specializes in Paella. I discover that I love Paella.
My gorgeous wife is still with me as we return to the hotel. My eyes tear as we enter the suite and she turns to kiss me on my lips.
“I am looking forward to sleeping together tonight, Honey.”
I thank my lucky stars for this night of being with my wife.
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The alarm goes off way to early, but the realization that I am headed to a fishing trip goads me out of bed. I gently raise her left leg to free Big John from between her legs. I notice that her hand has been cradling the wrapping on my cock head. I tear up as I kiss her softly on her forehead. I realize that she really does care about me.
My cheeks are going to get chapped if I don’t stop all this crying.
“Buy sweetheart, have fun.” she mumbles, turning on to her stomach.
I smile and realize that I am doing good already today.
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My fishing trip was fantastic. I caught the biggest beauty on the boat, and spent most of the day reeling the monster in. My arms, back and legs got a proper workout. My body feels great after the prolonged strenuous exercise.
We dine again at the Paella restaurant. We sleep together again that night. I could really get used to this. She fits perfectly against my stomach between my crotch and chin when we snuggle in the nestled spoons position.
I tongue her to a blissful orgasm. She rewards me by allowing me to suck myself off. Breakfast arrives right on time. We eat on the balcony watching the seagulls and hired help alter the beachscape.
Looking out to sea, she murmurs “Honey, I’ve made an appointment for us at 1:30 today. We need to take a car. The concierge says the trip is about an two and a half hours. Do you feel like driving us, or should we hire a car?”
Her asking me my preference is a distinct change from her normal mode. A little bell tinkles in my happy cobwebs. “Driving sounds fine baby.”
“If we get going soon, we could drive along the coast. Sound good?”
“Sure honey, I can be ready in a half an hour. Is that soon enough?”
“Sounds perfect babe,” she replies with a secretive smile.
Something is wrong. We almost sound like a normal honeymooning couple.
The drive is beautiful. Perfect weather, sun on the water leaving sparkles in the wake of the pelican and terns. I could definitely get used to this.
A few hours later, we pull up in front of a four story building signed with BIOMODS. I have never heard of it before. We are met at the big shiny highly polished stainless steel oversized front door by a tanned and handsome man in a white lab coat. He takes my wife’s elbow and guides her to their conference room. I follow at a respectful and, honestly, reticent distance. The room is full of people, all in white lab coats. I notice DR. in front of a number of their names. The little warning bell changes from a tinkle to bong. Will my oversized cock survive the day?
My wife is introduced all around. All of the people seem incredibly impressed by her, as if they already know all about her.
The lights go down, and medical pictures appear on a silently lowered wall screen. The presentation is impeccable. The presentation is about the erectile process of the human male.
Bong!!!!!!!!!!! Bong!!!!!!!!!!! Bong!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The lights come back up, and everybody turns toward me. The presenter asks if I am the present subject. Present? Subject?
My wife turns to look at me. She is suddenly coolly professional. “Please remove your clothes, honey.” My impression is that my wife is staring at me like I am an ant under a microscope.
Remembering my contract and potential consequences, I comply, recalling her stern warning on our flight to this “Paradise”. The reason she removed the dressings from my penis is now perfectly clear.
I hear the women suck in there breath as I lower my trousers and John dangles on his leash. The men lean forward in ‘clinical interest.’
My wife stands and walks to me. She takes John by the cord clipped into the cock ring hole, and holds him up with one hand while pointing to a location on his lower base. She explains that this is the “target location.”
Oh God, My cock is coming off today! I feel slightly faint.
The look of shock is obvious on my face, but she does not look up at me while she talks. During a pause, one of the doctors asks her if I am aware of the procedure.
My wife looks at him and replies in a somewhat aloof tone that I have no idea what is about to transpire.
I have a damn good idea, and am having trouble controlling my bowels.
Staring rather clinically at my blanched white face, he remarks “May we assure him that you are not discussing amputation?”
My wife looks at me and smiles that smile that says ‘Gotcha, babe!’
I visibly sigh with relief. I instantly weigh three tons less. My bowels stop pressing for relief.
Then my mind begins to worry about other, alternative possibilities.
My wife turns back to her work. Pointing at the base of ‘her’ cock again, she says “We’ll implant the stimulators here, here, and here. One for each column. We’ll run the antenna up and around along this line.” She takes a marking pen and draws a dotted line that curves around my shaft three times while traversing spirally from the bottom to the top of my shaft.
The presenter says “We have developed two types of antennas. One is smooth, basically a coated wire. The second has small nodules that function as amplifiers. The nodules are spaced about a half inch apart.”
“May I see an example of each, please?” My wife is clearly in control here.
The presenter motions at one of the female white coats. She gets up and leaves the room. My wife and the white coats chit chat about medical stuff that makes no sense to me.
The young lady comes back into the room with a long wire with little balls attached all along its length. My wife takes the wire and wraps it around ‘her’ cock along the line she has drawn on his shaft. She runs her finger along the wire, feeling the little balls attached to it.
She nods peremptorily. “This will be fine.” She hands it back to the white coat.
The presenter gets back up. The lights go down again. He points to a new picture of a man’s balls on the screen. “For ejaculation control, the embedded wires must be attached here and here.” He points to the place where a man’s balls hang from within the scrotal sack. “Testing has shown that this type of control works except under extreme stimulation. At some point, even the Ejaculation Control System can not be counted upon to stop the ejaculation process. The longest we have managed to control the ejaculation was two hours, thirteen minutes.”
“That will be satisfactory.” My wife relies. “When do you want to proceed?”
“We have reserved a surgery mod suite for this whole afternoon if you wish to proceed right away.”
WHOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAA guys, let’s talk about this a bit!
“The sooner the better, lets do it now” she flippantly replies!
Silently I plead ‘Honey, lets think about this a bit longer before you modify this body of yours!’
My wife leads me by the strap on my cock ring as the white coats file out of the room.
She has then allowed me to sleep most of the day away. She pumped me full of aspirin so that I could rest, just in case.
I had gingerly walked into her bedroom, half expecting to find another man in there with her.
She is now fully dressed, and as usual looks spectacular. I hand her my journal. “Would you please fix me some tea please honey?” She looks at me through upraised eyebrows.
“Sure sweetie. Thanks again for cleaning my cuts.”
After she had read my diary, she looked up at me over her reading glasses and said, “I bought you a deep sea fishing trip for tomorrow, honey.”
Cool! “Thanks sweetheart.”
“I’m sorry things got out of hand for you last night, baby. But I am really proud of how you maintained your cool. Your friends all admitted they were beside them selves with lust last night. They were very turned on by your body, but frustrated by not being able to have you. They all apologized except for the one with that poochy stomach.”
Pooch is still pissed, I guess.
I turn to gingerly retreat to the kitchen area in the suite. My cock sways as I walk. I am careful not to allow it to hit anything.
“I’m not going, so you’re on your own, honey.” I try to contain my suspicion for why she is not going. I decide not to allow myself to sabotage my enjoyment of my fishing trip.
I bring the tea back into her. She looks up and has the most peaceful smile on her face.
“Honey, you are really good at his journaling. I love that you record your true emotions here in your journal. It allows me to track what you are really feeling.” She stretches up to give me a kiss as I lean over to set her tea on the table beside her. Her lips are soft, warm, and friendly. She rewards me with her wonderful feminine softness. My eyes tear in gratitude.
“Interesting that I noticed the same thing you did about the woman you called Pooch. Now I understand why she didn’t apologize. She is feeling too guilty.”
She smiles lustfully at me. “God it turns me on to watch you suck yourself off! You are truly one of a kind, sweetie!”
“Would you like to go for dinner, Hon? I am really hungry.” I ask hopefully.
“Sure Babe. Let me change my shoes.”
We dine at a new restaurant that specializes in Paella. I discover that I love Paella.
My gorgeous wife is still with me as we return to the hotel. My eyes tear as we enter the suite and she turns to kiss me on my lips.
“I am looking forward to sleeping together tonight, Honey.”
I thank my lucky stars for this night of being with my wife.
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The alarm goes off way to early, but the realization that I am headed to a fishing trip goads me out of bed. I gently raise her left leg to free Big John from between her legs. I notice that her hand has been cradling the wrapping on my cock head. I tear up as I kiss her softly on her forehead. I realize that she really does care about me.
My cheeks are going to get chapped if I don’t stop all this crying.
“Buy sweetheart, have fun.” she mumbles, turning on to her stomach.
I smile and realize that I am doing good already today.
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My fishing trip was fantastic. I caught the biggest beauty on the boat, and spent most of the day reeling the monster in. My arms, back and legs got a proper workout. My body feels great after the prolonged strenuous exercise.
We dine again at the Paella restaurant. We sleep together again that night. I could really get used to this. She fits perfectly against my stomach between my crotch and chin when we snuggle in the nestled spoons position.
I tongue her to a blissful orgasm. She rewards me by allowing me to suck myself off. Breakfast arrives right on time. We eat on the balcony watching the seagulls and hired help alter the beachscape.
Looking out to sea, she murmurs “Honey, I’ve made an appointment for us at 1:30 today. We need to take a car. The concierge says the trip is about an two and a half hours. Do you feel like driving us, or should we hire a car?”
Her asking me my preference is a distinct change from her normal mode. A little bell tinkles in my happy cobwebs. “Driving sounds fine baby.”
“If we get going soon, we could drive along the coast. Sound good?”
“Sure honey, I can be ready in a half an hour. Is that soon enough?”
“Sounds perfect babe,” she replies with a secretive smile.
Something is wrong. We almost sound like a normal honeymooning couple.
The drive is beautiful. Perfect weather, sun on the water leaving sparkles in the wake of the pelican and terns. I could definitely get used to this.
A few hours later, we pull up in front of a four story building signed with BIOMODS. I have never heard of it before. We are met at the big shiny highly polished stainless steel oversized front door by a tanned and handsome man in a white lab coat. He takes my wife’s elbow and guides her to their conference room. I follow at a respectful and, honestly, reticent distance. The room is full of people, all in white lab coats. I notice DR. in front of a number of their names. The little warning bell changes from a tinkle to bong. Will my oversized cock survive the day?
My wife is introduced all around. All of the people seem incredibly impressed by her, as if they already know all about her.
The lights go down, and medical pictures appear on a silently lowered wall screen. The presentation is impeccable. The presentation is about the erectile process of the human male.
Bong!!!!!!!!!!! Bong!!!!!!!!!!! Bong!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The lights come back up, and everybody turns toward me. The presenter asks if I am the present subject. Present? Subject?
My wife turns to look at me. She is suddenly coolly professional. “Please remove your clothes, honey.” My impression is that my wife is staring at me like I am an ant under a microscope.
Remembering my contract and potential consequences, I comply, recalling her stern warning on our flight to this “Paradise”. The reason she removed the dressings from my penis is now perfectly clear.
I hear the women suck in there breath as I lower my trousers and John dangles on his leash. The men lean forward in ‘clinical interest.’
My wife stands and walks to me. She takes John by the cord clipped into the cock ring hole, and holds him up with one hand while pointing to a location on his lower base. She explains that this is the “target location.”
Oh God, My cock is coming off today! I feel slightly faint.
The look of shock is obvious on my face, but she does not look up at me while she talks. During a pause, one of the doctors asks her if I am aware of the procedure.
My wife looks at him and replies in a somewhat aloof tone that I have no idea what is about to transpire.
I have a damn good idea, and am having trouble controlling my bowels.
Staring rather clinically at my blanched white face, he remarks “May we assure him that you are not discussing amputation?”
My wife looks at me and smiles that smile that says ‘Gotcha, babe!’
I visibly sigh with relief. I instantly weigh three tons less. My bowels stop pressing for relief.
Then my mind begins to worry about other, alternative possibilities.
My wife turns back to her work. Pointing at the base of ‘her’ cock again, she says “We’ll implant the stimulators here, here, and here. One for each column. We’ll run the antenna up and around along this line.” She takes a marking pen and draws a dotted line that curves around my shaft three times while traversing spirally from the bottom to the top of my shaft.
The presenter says “We have developed two types of antennas. One is smooth, basically a coated wire. The second has small nodules that function as amplifiers. The nodules are spaced about a half inch apart.”
“May I see an example of each, please?” My wife is clearly in control here.
The presenter motions at one of the female white coats. She gets up and leaves the room. My wife and the white coats chit chat about medical stuff that makes no sense to me.
The young lady comes back into the room with a long wire with little balls attached all along its length. My wife takes the wire and wraps it around ‘her’ cock along the line she has drawn on his shaft. She runs her finger along the wire, feeling the little balls attached to it.
She nods peremptorily. “This will be fine.” She hands it back to the white coat.
The presenter gets back up. The lights go down again. He points to a new picture of a man’s balls on the screen. “For ejaculation control, the embedded wires must be attached here and here.” He points to the place where a man’s balls hang from within the scrotal sack. “Testing has shown that this type of control works except under extreme stimulation. At some point, even the Ejaculation Control System can not be counted upon to stop the ejaculation process. The longest we have managed to control the ejaculation was two hours, thirteen minutes.”
“That will be satisfactory.” My wife relies. “When do you want to proceed?”
“We have reserved a surgery mod suite for this whole afternoon if you wish to proceed right away.”
WHOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAA guys, let’s talk about this a bit!
“The sooner the better, lets do it now” she flippantly replies!
Silently I plead ‘Honey, lets think about this a bit longer before you modify this body of yours!’
My wife leads me by the strap on my cock ring as the white coats file out of the room.
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