Friday, August 31, 2007

Straight 'A' Student Ch.2

It had been a week since I discovered that they had been getting together for sex - 'they' being Jason, my steady boyfriend for the past two years, and Danielle, my rival. Jason was shocked at my reaction when I found them together - rather than being angry, I had offered up my virgin ass for him to fuck right in front of her, showing that I wouldn't give up my man without a fight. He spent the next few days apologizing to me for cheating, and assuring me that I was the one he loved. I decided to take his word for it, and use the situation to add a new spark to our sex life.

After his umpteenth apology, I shocked him again by telling him I was OK with him fucking Danielle's tits as long as he didn't keep it a secret from me. I was happy for him to enjoy her fabulous boobs, as long as he let me watch. His jaw dropped practically to his knees, and it took him a while to reply. When he finally managed to say something, he told me how hot it would be to know that I was watching him with another woman. He also said he was sure that Danielle wouldn't go for it, remembering how embarrassed she was when I had caught them.

I assured him it was no problem, I would just hide in his closet like I had the first time - only this time around, he would know I was watching, and would know I was waiting for him to fuck me after he was done with Danielle and her big tits. I told him to call her and arrange their next meeting as I listened in.

"Hey, Danielle, it's Jason. How are you?"

He held the phone out from his ear so I could listen to her reply, "Oh, hey, Jason. Are things OK with you and Amber? I'm still so embarrassed that she caught us!"

"Yeah, I apologized a lot and we're OK again. Don't worry about that. Can you still come over on Tuesday?"

"What? Are you sure? What would she do if she caught us again???"

"Really, Danni, don't worry. I know what I'm doing. Why don't you come over at the usual time so I can fuck those gorgeous tits of yours."

"Alright, I'll see you then."

After Jason filled me in on what the 'usual time' was, I told him I'd be at his place at least 15 minutes before that, so I would have plenty of time to hide before she arrived. I also asked him to please clean his closet, so I'd have a little more room to make myself comfortable as I watched him fool around with Danielle.

Two days later, the 'usual time' finally arrived. I dressed in the outfit I had chosen for the occasion - matching red bra and panties, black fishnet stockings held up with red garters, and black heels - and then threw on a trench coat for my walk across campus from my sorority house to his dorm. When I arrived at his door, he opened it before I could even knock. I guess he was a little excited about what was about to happen. My suspicion was confirmed as I watched the bulge form in his pants as I peeled off the trench coat and hung it in the closet.

"Oh my gawd, Amber, I've never seen you dressed like this - you look so hot!"

"I know, sweetie. Just keep that image with you as you're fucking Danielle's tits, and remember that I'm waiting for you to fuck me after she's gone."

"Amber, you've got me so hot already. I would take you right now if I didn't know she would be here any minute."

I grinned and climbed into his closet, making myself comfortable and pulling the door almost closed, but with enough of an opening to give myself a clear view of the upcoming action. If only Jason knew what I actually had in mind - but I wasn't sure he'd go for it if I had told him that what I was really after - another chance to put Danielle in her place, but this time also enjoy the three-some a little more. I figured I'd wait for them both to get in the mood - with Jason thinking I was just there to watch, and Danielle having no clue I was there at all - before I'd make my move.

It wasn't long before Danielle arrived - dressed not unlike I had been, wearing just lingerie covered by a long jacket. Already excited, Jason quickly pawed at her as she entered his room, and had her down to her bra and panties before she could say a thing. She responded well to his aggressive approach, reciprocating by grabbing first at his ass, and then his hard cock, stroking it through his sweats and boxers.

My nipples hardened as I watched them frantically tear at each other's clothing, and before long Jason was massaging Danielle's gorgeous tits as she squeezed his growing cock with both hands. Before getting him too excited, she let go of his cock and climbed onto the bed. This time, he was the one to lubricate her breasts in preparation for their fuck-fest. He climbed onto the bed over her and began licking her tits one by one, leaving them wet with his saliva. As he did this, he slid one finger from his right hand, then from his left hand, into her pussy. Those fingers then replaced his tongue on her breasts, smearing her own juices onto her tits as she moaned and squirmed beneath him.

It was almost time for me to make my move, but I wanted to be sure to surprise them, so I stood up slowly, quietly in the closet and made sure that their moans were louder than any noise I was making as I approached them. As Jason positioned himself over Danielle's chest, ready to begin fucking her tits, I slipped out of the closet and dropped quietly to the floor. As he sighed loudly with his first stroke, I crawled toward them, still unnoticed. As she juicily licked the tip of his cock when it reached her mouth, I was just reaching my first goal - my hand was poised to touch her sex.

Her pussy was wide open for the taking, and I pounced, shoving two fingers deep into her. She gasped and looked to see who was penetrating her in this way, her searching eyes landing on my face, where she saw me with my finger to my lips, motioning for her to be quiet. Jason assumed Danielle was responding to the touch of his cock on her tits, and the motion of my fingers inside her pussy was apparently satisfying enough for her to go along with my plan. As I began finger-fucking her, Jason still had no clue I had left the confines of the closet, and was stroking his cock through her tits with enthusiasm.

This was hot, but I wasn't going to let her cum, at least not yet. I abruptly pulled my fingers out of her, knowing she would object and give away our little secret. "No, Amber, don't stop!" were the words that alerted Jason to my presence. He stopped his thrusting motions and shot a glance over his shoulder, his eyes meeting mine with a questioning look. It was immediately obvious to both of them that I was in control - Jason realized that I had planned things this way, and Danielle realized by the way I was dressed that I hadn't just happened to be here, but was obviously planning on an intimate encounter. It was also obvious that there would be no embarrassment this time around - it was worth it to everyone in the room to find out what I had in store for them.

"Stand up, Jason," I said to my boyfriend, and motioned for him to stand right next to the bed. After he had followed my direction, I took his place on the bed, straddling Danielle's chest. "It's your turn to fuck me with those beautiful tits of yours, Danielle," I said to her, resulting in a puzzled look coming back at me. Pushing my panties away to one side of my pussy, I lowered myself onto her right breast. Her erect nipple first touched my clit, and then quickly disappeared into my dripping wet pussy. I pinched her other nipple between my fingers as I began moving my hips, and she arched her back in obvious pleasure.

Jason, meanwhile, was standing beside the bed, dumbfounded, waiting to see what I would come up with next. Once I was settled into a rhythm, Danielle's tits working their magic on my clit and pussy lips, I looked up at Jason and grabbed his balls, pulling him close enough that I could suck his cock. Completely turned on by the sensations I was getting from Danielle's hot body, I took his entire cock into my mouth in one smooth motion. He groaned with satisfaction and immediately began thrusting into my mouth, his balls slapping against my face as his cock pushed into my throat.

Realizing Jason had his hands free, I guided his fingers to Danielle's pussy, and he began making long, slow strokes from her clit into her hole and back again. I soon decided to quicken the pace, moving both my mouth and my hips faster, and listening as both Jason and Danielle began to moan in ecstasy. This was even hotter than I had imagined, but I wasn't going to let either of them cum yet - I had one more position planned for our threesome, one which I hoped would let us all cum simultaneously.

I pulled myself up off of Danielle's chest, and let Jason's cock slip from my mouth. Both of them let out a disappointed little moan, but soon realized that I was just moving to position us for something even better. I grabbed Danielle by the thighs and pulled her towards the edge of the bed, her feet resting on the floor and her pussy in my face as I kneeled before her. Jason got the idea with no instructions necessary, and went to his knees behind me, ready to take me doggie style.

Just as I looked over my shoulder with a 'what are you waiting for' glance, he thrust deep into me, and I let out a whimper as my pussy took in his entire cock. As he began to pump me from behind, I turned my attention back to Danielle. As she watched the hot fucking in front of her and pinched her own nipples, I began exploring her sex with both my mouth and my hands. With my tongue on her clit, I pulled her pussy lips apart with one hand and thrust two fingers of my other hand as deep into her as I could. I could feel her pussy muscles clench around me, just as mine was responding to Jason's cock. Two fingers became three, and I started fucking her with exactly the fast, hard rhythm that Jason was using to fuck me.

Danielle began to encourage him, telling him to fuck me harder with his huge cock, that it was up to him to make us both cum, that she wanted him to cum deep inside me as I made her cum with my tongue on her clit. With her words, his cock reached deeper into my pussy than it ever had before. I couldn't believe the penetration, and responded with my mouth on her clit, taking it now gently between my teeth and nibbling as she encouraged me with her gyrating hips.

I was already close to an orgasm, but when Jason reached around and began stroking my clit as he fucked me, I couldn't hold off any longer. My hot breaths on Danielle's clit became short gasps, and as I struggled to keep finger-fucking her even as I lost control of the rest of my body, I could feel her cumming as well. The two of us writhing in ecstasy must have been quite a sight for Jason, who soon came as well, screaming out as he shot his load deep into my pulsating pussy.

As soon as I was able to, I stood up and walked over to the closet, finding the trench coat I had hung up there. "I'm going to leave you two to recover," I said as I pulled on the coat and found first one shoe and then the other. "Hope you both enjoyed that as much as I did!"

"Oh, yeah, Amber," Danielle replied. "I had no idea you'd be up for something like that, but that was the hottest sex I've ever had."

"And, said Jason, grinning, "I'm the luckiest guy on the face of the earth."

Thursday, August 23, 2007

A Visit to the Hot Shop

After throwing on my work clothes and gulping down my morning coffee, I was out the door. I was particularly excited to get to the studio today, as our mystery guest artist would be arriving. I guess I should explain; I'm an artist. Glass blowing is my medium. I had left my family and friends behind a few years back in order to move to the big city and work in one of the best studios around, in hopes of finding success. After struggling to make ends meet, and toiling away in the hot shop day after day, I really thought today might be my chance - a chance to impress this artist who was coming through town, a chance to be discovered as the great artist I knew I could be.

As I arrived at the hot shop, I was faced with the usual onslaught from my male counterparts. As the only girl in the group, I was naturally teased relentlessly.

"Good morning, Ariel, you're looking particularly hot in your overalls this morning!"

I rolled my eyes. But that would just be the start of it. I wondered which of these brilliant minds would contribute to the conversation next.

"Hey, Ariel, I'd like to see your glory hole one of these days!"

Geez, that's not even original. Anyone who's been anywhere near glass blowing has chuckled once at that euphemism ('glory hole' is the name for one of the furnaces used in glass blowing). But I'd learned a while back, the best way to respond to these half-wits was to just simply not respond. I walked past them as they lounged around with their coffee and cigarettes, and quickly got to work. It was actually good inspiration for me - getting right to my task was infinitely better than putting up with their childish flirtations.

I held my breath as I opened the doors of the furnace where my most recent work had been cooling since yesterday evening. Glass blowing was such a delicate process, and it was always possible that the final product from the day before could have broken in the cooling process. An easy sigh escaped my lips as I discovered that all was well - the piece I had created turned out just as I had hoped.

But there's no time to rest. I wanted to be in the middle of working a new piece of glass when our mystery guest arrived. Brad, the owner of the studio, had told us last week that a very important glass artist - whose identity would remain secret - would be paying our studio a visit today. While my cohorts were still busy goofing off, as they always did when Brad wasn't looking, I was already on to my next project.

Before I could pick up my tools and head for the first furnace, I needed to pull my hair back. Impractical as it was for the work I did, I loved letting my natural blonde hair grow long and wild. So each day started with pulling it into a long braid which snaked down my back, nearly reaching my ass. Watching myself in the mirror as I braided my hair, I took a moment to appreciate what it was that got the guys all hot and bothered each morning. I'm 5'7", with nicely tanned skin and green eyes, and I have to admit that my work clothes - although chosen for their practicality - do accentuate my natural assets. Any guy who followed the line of my close-fitting overalls from my long legs past my firm ass to my perky 36C tits would probably like what they saw.

But enough of that, I thought to myself as I picked up the blowpipe and sat on my stool next to the furnace. Before long I was lost in the process that I found so fulfilling. I loved everything about working with glass - the feel of the tools in my hands and mouth, the sounds and sights and smells of the hot shop, the risk that the glass can so easily break, the satisfaction of creating a work of art with such simple ingredients - my hands, my breath, sand, and heat.

A light touch on my arm brought me out of this fog of artistic creation and back to reality. I jumped slightly and turned, expecting to see Brad, but instead seeing a new face. This must be him, our mystery guest! My instinct was to stand up and introduce myself, but this wasn't what he had in mind. "Just keep working, Ariel. Brad told me you were the most talented young artist here, so if you don't mind, I'd just like to watch you work for a little while. We'll have time to talk later."

I obviously wasn't going to object, and returned my piece to the furnace to warm it again as he pulled up a stool next to mine. I had waited for this moment for four years - I was just 19 when I first arrived at the studio, and now, at 23, I had been presented to this prominent visiting artist as the most talented young artist in the place. I had worked hard, developed my technique, and this was my chance to be discovered. I was in the zone, all I had to do was show him what I could do.

But I was suddenly, unexpectedly, having trouble focusing. His touch had sent chills through me. His voice, his eyes looking deep into mine as he spoke, had captivated me. Now, as he sat close to me while I worked, I found myself thinking of nothing but this strange man's body. Suddenly, everything about the process of what I was doing struck me as sexual. After years of ignoring the sophomoric sexual innuendo of the young men around me in the studio, I could think of nothing else. The heat of the studio, my mouth on the blowpipe, the moving of tools in and out of the furnace, it all made me burn with desire. It was more than I could handle, and I set down my tools, turning to him sheepishly.

"I'm sorry if I made you nervous, Ariel - it wasn't my intention. Why don't you take a break, maybe get yourself some lunch, and come back when you're ready."

Humiliated, but maintaining my composure enough to be polite as I left him in the studio, I found my way to the coffee shop down the street, where I asked for a glass of ice water, and slumped down into a chair. How could I crack under pressure like this, after working so hard for so long? I quickly decided that the best thing to do was put that little incident out of my mind and go right back to the studio, confronting my fears. I'm sure he didn't know the affect he had just had on me - he probably just thought I was nervous because I wanted my work to impress him.

I walked slowly back towards the studio, breathing deeply with each step. I can do this, I can do this, I told myself as I entered the hot shop again, and saw that ridiculously handsome man still seated by my work bench. Something was different, though - this time we were alone. As if reading my mind, he turned to me, saying "Yes, I sent everyone away. I don't want any distractions as I work with you."

He motioned for me to return to my stool and pick up where I had left off. I realized I'd have to start over again, since I'd left so abruptly. I placed my blowpipe into the furnace to gather some of the molten glass, rolled the glass on the bench, and then began to blow and shape it. I felt myself returning to the comfortable zone of creativity, rather than the zone of sexuality I had been in a bit earlier. Focused again entirely on my work, I didn't notice when he stood up, didn't hear his footsteps as he walked toward me, didn't feel his proximity as he came up behind me. I didn't even notice his first touch on my arms, as he made himself part of my process, guiding my young hands with his older, more experienced ones.

It wasn't until he spoke that I realized how close he was to me - he whispered directly into my ear, his arms enveloping both me and my tools. "Have you ever applied that wonderful blowing technique of yours to a cock?"

Before I had time to question whether I really heard what I thought I heard, he pressed his body closer to mine, and I could feel his hardening cock pressing into the small of my back. His hands, which had been working the tools with me, moved now to my breasts, and he squeezed and stroked one in each hand, massaging them through the fabric of my overalls, shirt, and bra. I said nothing, but silently consented to his advance, arching my back so that my head fell to his shoulder, and sighed as his lips touched my neck.

In order to give his big, strong hands more access to my breasts, I reached up and unhooked the snaps on my overalls, so that they now slipped to my waist. I quickly pulled my shirt up and over my head and unhooked my bra, flinging both to the floor just in time for him to resume his caressing of my perky tits. Although I was enjoying his touch, I hadn't forgotten what he had asked me, and I now reached behind me, hoping I could free his cock. As his lips and hands explored more of my torso, I struggled first with his belt, which snapped in the air as I freed it from the last loop, and then with his zipper, which finally relented, letting his slacks slide down his legs.

I stood up from my stool and turned around just in time to see his cock as he pulled off his boxers. Already hard, it jutted out from his body as he took my place on the stool. It was obvious what he had in mind - if I kneeled on the floor, my mouth would be exactly in line with his cock. He ripped off his shirt, revealing the rest of his stunning, muscular body. I, meanwhile, left my overalls on, so that they could protect my knees from the dirty hot shop floor as I worked his cock with my mouth.

As soon as I was on my knees, he grabbed my long braid and used it to push his hard cock deep into my mouth. With each hard stroke, his cock continued to grow, until he was soon reaching the back of my throat. I took his balls in my hand and began to play with them as he fucked my mouth, obviously pushing him quickly towards cumming. I could barely keep from gagging, and nearly couldn't breathe, but I didn't care - I was lost in the heat of the moment, and I wanted to make this man cum right here in the hot shop.

"Oh, god, Ariel, your mouth is so hot - I'm going to cum!"

He pulled his cock out of my mouth and pushed me back, just in time for his cum to hit my breasts as it spurted from his hard cock. Covered with his thick, dripping cum, I stood up and pushed my overalls past my hips, so that they fell to the floor. As he watched, I massaged my own tits, my hands lubricated with cum, and occasionally let a hand slip down towards my sex, slipping a few fingers under my panties to brush across my clit. It wasn't long before the panties were just in the way, and I stepped out of them one leg at a time, finally flinging them across the room with one pointed toe.

Before I could return to pleasuring myself in front of his feasting eyes, he stood up from the stool, quickly walked towards me, and lifted me up onto the work bench in one smooth motion. He grabbed me by my thighs and pulled me to the edge of the bench, so that my dripping pussy was in his face as he knelt down in front of me. I eagerly spread my legs for him, putting one foot on each of the stools as he buried his face in my pussy. With long, smooth strokes, he moved his tongue from my clit to my pussy, sometimes lingering just outside, sometimes jutting into me. After a few minutes of this divine torture, he added one, two, and then three fingers to the mix, finger fucking me as he nibbled and sucked my clit. Just before a powerful orgasm began to overtake me, he stopped and stood up.

Lifting me just as effortlessly as he had before, he helped me down from the bench, and I could see that his cock was hard again, obviously ready for more action. I turned away from him, put my arms down on the work bench, and spread my legs apart, my ass in his face, inviting penetration. He groaned with delight, obviously pleased that I wanted to be taken from behind. Knowing how wet I already was, he quickly came up behind me and plunged his cock deep into my pussy. I let out a deep moan as he started fucking me, first in long, slow strokes, and gradually moving faster and harder.

"You're a fantastic cock-sucker, Ariel. And I love fucking your tight little pussy," he said as he spanked my ass, gently at first, then harder as my responses revealed how much I enjoyed it. "Do you want me to do more to your ass than just spank it?"

"Oh, yes, please fuck my virgin ass!" I had never done it before, but was ready to live out that dark fantasy with this hot stranger.

That was all he needed to hear, and he pulled his cock from my pussy and placed the tip at the entrance to my asshole. I was tight at first, and wet as his cock was with my juices, he struggled to enter me. He reached around with both of his hands and stroked my clit and pussy lips, and as I sighed with pleasure and relaxation, he was able to fill my ass with his cock. The brief moment of pain was quickly replaced with ecstasy - ecstasy which became all-consuming when he began finger-fucking my pussy and stroking my clit as his cock pounded my ass.

I wouldn't have remembered my name at this moment if he hadn't used it - "Ariel, I'm cumming, I'm cumming!"

I had already started - a long, intense orgasm that was the result of his expert hands and cock penetrating my pussy and ass simultaneously. I was in the midst of this release when I felt his cum deep inside of me, felt him slump on top of me in exhaustion. Even after he pulled his cock from my ass, I was still bucking, pushing myself down onto his fingers still in my pussy.

It seemed like hours, but was probably only a few minutes, before I returned to the real world. He had gathered up my clothes - which I had flung all around the room - and was offering me my panties, saying, "The others will be back to the studio soon, we should probably get dressed."

I smiled and slowly began to get dressed, and then said, "You didn't get to see me finish a piece!"

"Oh," he said, "I think there will be plenty of time for those details later, if you come to work in my studio."

"Really?" I was glowing - and not just from the great sex.

"Absolutely - you're a great talent. Plus, you have to come work with me. I'm the only one who truly knows which is your glory hole."

Thursday, August 16, 2007

Haven't We Met Somewhere Before?

You don't remember me? Can't place my face? Or are you just pretending not to remember, trying to make things work with that sweetie-pie girlfriend of yours? Either way, for the past few minutes, you've been glancing across the bar in my direction whenever you think she isn't looking. Oh, but I remember you, and the games we used to play.

I suppose it's possible you wouldn't recognize me - tonight I'm in a very regular outfit, jeans and a sweater, my hair in a ponytail, no makeup, just out for a beer with some friends. The last time you saw me, I would have been wearing the outfit you picked out for our little trysts. The skin-tight black leather, the stiletto-heeled boots, the slutty makeup, and the blonde wig to cover my brunette hair. And you might not recognize my voice, either - tonight, hanging out with friends, I'm giggling and chatting in my normal voice. When we used to meet, I'd address you in a deep sexy voice, and didn't say anything to you unless it was hot and dirty.

It was all coming back to me now, our last time together. We arrived in separate cars at the motel where we liked to meet. As always, you had gotten there first, and were already naked on the bed when I entered the room, your flaccid cock resting on your right leg. Without a word, I pulled off my trenchcoat to reveal my slutty outfit, and slowly walked towards the bed, moving my hands over my curves as I came closer to you. I watched as your cock began to rise, and your hand reached to stroke it. I quickly shot you a disapproving glance, though, and you stopped, remembering that this was my job.

I joined you on the bed, straddled your legs, and took your cock into my mouth using just my lips and tongue - no hands. As soon as your cock was fully erect, I let it fall from my mouth, glistening with my saliva. I pulled myself back up so that you could see my face as I started to talk dirty to you, and see my breasts as I started to play with them the way you liked.

I quickly snapped open my black leather vest, allowing my ample tits to pop out into my hands. Had I been wearing a bra, it would have been size 36D - but of course a bra wasn't part of this outfit. You wanted me to look like I was dressed for this kind of business, ready for sex at any time. As I stroked my breasts, occasionally licking or pinching a nipple, I started talking to you, my slutty, horny glance shifting from your eyes to your cock, enjoying your reactions as I spoke.

I told you about all of the other men I had sucked and fucked since the last time I saw you. Told you about having my pussy and my mouth fucked at the same time. Told you I was a slut, with a never-ending need to have every one of my holes penetrated by big, hard cocks. Told you how tiny your cock was compared to all of the others I'd sucked and fucked. Told you there was no way you would ever be able to satisfy a woman - especially a cock-happy slut like me.

You were stroking your cock furiously now, and I was turned on as well, although to keep up the act I had to force myself to act bored, as if you were barely keeping me interested. You gave me the little nod that indicated you were ready for me to suck your cock again - you wanted a little break from my demeaning dirty talk. So I indulged you: hot as I was for some reciprocity, I again bent down over your cock and gave it some attention, this time using my hands along with my mouth.

As I tickled your balls with one hand and jacked off the bottom of your shaft with the other, you began thrusting your hips so that your cock filled more and more of my mouth, and eventually reached down into my throat, gagging me with its length. I wanted to whimper and beg for mercy, but again had to keep up the act, so I let you continue thrusting until you were ready to stop so that you could move on to another of my waiting holes.

As you pushed up my tight leather mini skirt and shoved my panties to one side, you asked me to start talking again. Talking again about all of the cock I had been enjoying, how I couldn't even count the number of guys I'd been with since seeing you last, and I how I doubted you could measure up. I dared you to try to satisfy me, to fill me with your pitiful cock. As I talked, you were stroking my soaking wet pussy with your fingers, and it was all I could do to maintain my deep sexy voice and not let out the higher-pitched whimpers that revealed my true feelings.

"Do you really think you can satisfy a slut like me with that tiny little cock of yours? I doubt it. I've had so much bigger, so much better - I probably couldn't even feel you inside me."

That did it. Suddenly, you shoved the fingers that had been in exploring my pussy into my mouth, forcing me to stop talking, and pulled me down onto your cock. I gasped as I tasted myself and felt your throbbing cock deep in my pussy all at once. As you moved your fingers in and out of my mouth, I began slowly moving up and down on your cock. But you wanted more dirty talk, didn't you? You let your fingers slip from my mouth, lingering briefly on my pouty lips, and said, simply, "Talk."

With your hands now on my hips, encouraging my motion as I fucked your cock, I started talking dirty once again. Fighting my desire to moan, to whimper, to squeal as you stroked deep into my pussy, I instead told you that you should be embarrassed at your performance. This pitiful fucking of yours might satisfy those 'nice girls', but did nothing for a cock-whore like me. I had been pounded by the best of them, and you didn't even begin to measure up. You'd have to try harder if you had any hope of making up for your inadequacy. "Come on, is that all you've got? Can't your tiny little cock fuck me any better than that?"

My words turning us both on, we were now fucking hard and fast. Tired of being on your back, you rolled us over until I was on my knees with you on top of me. This gave you deeper penetration, and gave your hands free access to cup my bouncing tits and stroke my throbbing clit. I reached back and grabbed your ass, encouraging you to thrust harder and deeper as I came closer to cumming. No longer able to form complete sentences, I gave up the act, and said only one word - "yes" - with each long, fast, deep strock of your cock deep into my pussy. As you shot your load deep inside of me, I felt a powerful orgasm begin. Even as you finished, you left your cock inside of me, and kept your fingers moving on my clit, riding out the long, hard orgasm with me. My pussy clenched around your cock, I screamed out in ecstasy, and finally fell to the bed, exhausted.

Once the world had stopped spinning around me, I quietly got up, adjusted my skirt, rebuttoned my top and covered up the whole slutty outfit with my trenchcoat again. With no words, just a wink, I left you just as I had found you, naked on the bed with your flaccid cock resting against your leg. If only I had known it would be the last time we would meet like that.

All of this came flashing back to me tonight at the bar, as I watched you watch me. I was flushed and my pussy was wet after remembering all of that right here in the bar. Something in my body language must have refreshed your memory - I could see in your eyes now that you definitely remembered me, and were no longer making an effort to cover it up.

My friends were motioning to me that they were ready to call it a night, so I followed them towards the door. As I was leaving, I caught your eye, and held up my hand to my ear in the universal symbol for 'call me'. You nodded that you understood. It had been too long.

Saturday, August 11, 2007

Fun on Graduation Day

Dear Jeremy,

You won't believe it - I've actually founds someone. Don't be coy - you know what I'm talking about. And of all times, when you're out of town on business, so we'll have to wait a few days to talk about it!

Love, Sara

That was the e-mail I sent to my boyfriend from work between meetings. Let me give you a little background, so you can catch up and understand my excitement! I'm in my early 30s, and have a successful career going as a counselor at the local college. My boyfriend, Jeremy, is in his early 40s (I've always been a sucker for the older guys) and works just a few blocks away from the campus running his own business. We just moved in together, to a new apartment in the same part of town where we both work, so we're able to spend even more time together than we used to. OK, OK, I'll get to the point. He and I have always joked that he'd like to have a younger woman join us for sex, and shouldn't I be able to use my position at work to meet some likely candidates. Ha ha, we both laugh, because he knows I'd never do something so unprofessional. But it's been a nice little fantasy that we use to spice things up occasionally.

So, what happened today to change things? Katie. Katie was a senior who had come to talk to me about what she could do to look for jobs after graduation - the school year would be over in just a few weeks. I quickly learned she had started college early, so she was just 19. She was a very attractive young girl, petite but curvaceous, with long brown hair and blue eyes - an unusual combination. She seemed very mature and was obviously intelligent, but once she felt comfortable talking with me, she seemed more and more like a 19-year-old, giggling easily and full of life.

She asked her questions, I did my best to answer them, and even when it seemed like the appointment was winding to a close, she seemed to want to stay and talk more. I asked her if there was anything else she needed help with, ready to offer her the number for the counseling center if she needed the kind of help I couldn't provide. But her next question caught me completely off-guard.

"You go out with Jeremy, right?"

"Um, yes, my boyfriend's name is Jeremy - how did you know?"

"My dad just finished a business deal with him, and I met him last week when I was helping my dad out with some stuff - when he asked me where I went to school, and I told him here, he mentioned that you worked here."

"Oh, I see," thinking this was an awkward conversation, but relieved at least that she was able to explain. But then she took it one step further.

"He's older than you, right? But he's still really hot."

"Um, Katie, I think my next appointment is waiting for me."

"Wait, I'm sorry - I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. I just wanted you to know that I kind of have this fantasy about older guys, and especially a three-some with an older guy and a woman I feel comfortable with - so if you two were up for something like that, you could give me a call sometime."

"Yikes... I mean, well..." trying to regain my composure and figure out how to answer her. "I really don't feel comfortable discussing this with you while you're still a student."

"I understand - but that will change really soon, right? Hey, don't give me an answer right now. Here's my number, why don't you talk it over with Jeremy and call me after graduation if you're interested."

As soon as Jeremy got back in town from his business trip, we talked about the possibility of meeting up with Katie. He remembered the time that he had met her, was ridiculously flattered that such a young hottie would be attracted to him, and was all for the idea - as long as I was OK with it. I repeated to him what I had told her - that I absolutely wouldn't get involved with her while she was a student, but as soon as she had graduated, I was perfectly fine with the idea.

Since we had been fantasizing about this for so long, and never thought it would happen, we weren't particularly patient. Jeremy waited in the bleachers for the college's graduation ceremony to be over, and as soon as it was, I made my way through the crowd of graduates and family members to Katie. "Oh, hi Sara!" she said, beaming with the glow of a senior on graduation day. "I was hoping I might see you today! Is Jeremy here too?"

Again I found myself shocked at how forward she was, but on this day, I'd be able to capitalize on it. "Yes, he's waiting us! Follow me." Now the two of us made our way back out of the throng of people - a sea of black gowns - and met up with Jeremy in the parking lot, where we all climbed into our car and drove to our apartment.

"Can I get you anything, Katie?" Jeremy asked.

"No, I'm fine. Let me just get out of this graduation gown, it's really hot!" And with that, she pulled the gown's one zipper from her neck down to her knees, revealing what she had on underneath as it fell to the floor - a red negligee with sexy red panties underneath, and her black heels.

"My god, Katie, did you go through the whole ceremony like that?"

"Yup, I figured it was worth taking a chance that the two of you would be so eager to see me that you'd bring me home with you after the ceremony - and I wanted to be dressed for the occasion!"

Continuing to be remarkably confident and forward for her age and for the situation, Katie walked over to me and started slowly removing my clothes, one piece at a time. My conservative sweater set landed on the TV, my slacks were tossed over the rocking chair, and I'm not sure exactly where my shoes landed after she flung them across the room. I was now dressed more like she was, and I could see Jeremy out of the corner of my eye, quickly catching up, flinging his clothes around the room as well.

Katie then took my hand and led me into the bedroom, where we both climbed onto the bed. Jeremy struggled to keep up, stumbling with one leg still trapped in his jeans. On our knees, Katie and I began to press our bodies together, my full mature breasts pressing against her young perky ones, our hips grinding together as she kissed me passionately. I pulled her negligee over her head, leaving her in just her sexy panties, and bent down to suck her nipples. She arched her back in pleasure, and must have given Jeremy the 'come here' sign, because when I looked up again, he was standing next to us.

Jeremy was naked now, and had been stroking his cock, which was half-erect. As soon as Katie saw it, she instantly pulled away from me, got down on all fours, and started sucking his cock. Her ass was now in my face, and it took the opportunity to spread her legs apart and get a look at her young pussy. This would be my first time being with another woman since a few experiments in college, and I was eager. I dove right in, burying my face in her sex and moving my tongue back and forth over her clit and pussy lips. It wasn't long before we had a three-way rhythm going, with the movement of my tongue dictating her motion on Jeremy's cock. I knew what a turn on this was for both me and Jeremy, but it was obviously great for Katie too - she was going at his cock with great enthusiasm, and pushing herself back onto my tongue, forcing me to penetrate her pussy.

Pulling her mouth away from Jeremy's cock, Katie looked back at me and asked, "Wanna trade?"

Sounded good to me - I loved giving Jeremy head, and it would be even better if I had a young hottie to lick my pussy while I did it! So we quickly switched positions, giving Jeremy a moment of rest which hopefully would help him sustain through this ridiculously hot encounter. As soon as I was ready, he grabbed my hair and pulled me onto his cock, reaching all the way to my throat with his first stroke. Meanwhile, Katie was clearly experienced at going down on a woman, and what she was doing to me was going to send me quickly to my first orgasm. She had her thumb on my clit, giving it steady pressure while her tongue darted in and out of my pussy - again, with the same rhythm as my mouth on Jeremy's cock.

This particular position did indeed send me over the edge - definitely the first time I had cum first while giving a man head! Jeremy had to hold me up so that I could continue working on his cock, the orgasm was so intense. I gave myself a few moments to sit back and watch Katie go to work on my boyfriend again. She invited him to join us on the bed, and started working on his cock with both hands, as I recovered enough energy to start playing with her tits. Jeremy liked that idea, and started playing with mine.

Wordlessly, seemingly all knowing what we wanted out of this scenario, we shifted positions. Jeremy was now on his back, his hands behind his head on the pillows. I sat next to him, with a clear view of what Katie was about to do. She straddled his cock, still in her hands, and slowly rubbed it back and forth against the outside of her pussy. When neither of them could stand that any longer, she slowly inserted him into her, letting her weight fall until his cock was completely inside of her. Jeremy and I both watched as she slowly rocked back and forth. I couldn't help but get involved, and moved a bit closer to her so that I could squeeze her tits as she fucked my boyfriend. Her own hand moved to work her clit as she fucked him, and Jeremy just kept both hands behind his head, enjoying the scenery.

After several minutes of her slow movement on his cock - never letting any of his length out of her, she started to alter her motion so that she was moving up and down on him. I knew I wanted to let the two of them cum together, but I also didn't want to be left out of the pleasure, so I leaned back against the pillows to give myself enough access to finger my pussy.

Katie and Jeremy were completely in their own world now, fucking faster and faster. I followed their tempo as I worked on myself, my fingers darting in and out of my pussy as his cock stroked hers, and my fingers moving across my clit just as Katie massaged her own. They were the first to cum - Jeremy screamed that he was ready, and Katie followed soon after with her own powerful orgasm as he filled her. I didn't think I was quite ready, but watching them both cum, and realizing that Jeremy and I had finally found a partner for our three-some fantasy, put me over the edge very quickly.

As we recovered our senses, Jeremy pulled me close and kissed me. We stayed on the bed as Katie got up and got dressed - putting on first her negligee and then her graduation gown. I couldn't help but chuckle. She smiled and said, "Well, my parents will be waiting for me - they wanted to take me out to dinner to celebrate my graduation. You guys have my number if you want to get together again sometime!"

She was out the door before we could really say much in reply. As we cuddled together on the bed, both Jeremy and I quickly got turned on again just thinking about what we had just done. My hand moved towards his... wait, we'll save that for another story.

Wednesday, August 8, 2007

Straight 'A' Student

My name's Amber, but my sorority sisters call me 'Straight A'. Why? It's really a perfect nickname, which is why it stuck. I'm a great student, straight A grades. 'Straight' also fits because I'm pretty predictable, not much of a rule-breaker. But unfortunately the other connotation is my 'A' cup breasts. Oh, who am I kidding - they'd be an A minus cup, if there were such a thing. The only A minus I've ever earned!

Don't get me wrong, I'm attractive - I'm 20, blonde with blue eyes, and lean and tan from all the sports I participate in - tennis, swimming, track. And I'm OK with my body, but I've always been a competitive person, and whenever one of my friends - or worse, an enemy - ribs me with the 'Straight A' comment, I cringe a little.

Fortunately, I had found a great guy who loved me just for who I was, and never joined in the fun when our friends called me 'Straight A'. I had met Jason in a psych class during freshman year, we clicked right away and started dating, and we were still going strong, almost two years later. He obviously couldn't stay over at the sorority house, so I spent at least a few nights a week in his dorm room.

Last night, he had taken me out for dinner at this great Indian restaurant just off campus, and we came back to his room and went at it for a while before falling asleep in each other's arms. His alarm woke us both up at 7 - although he was in more of a hurry than I was, his first class being at 8. No need to get up right away, I stayed in bed and watched him get dressed. I still love watching Jason when he's naked - he has a great body. He's tall - 6'4" - and lean, with thick dark hair and deep dark eyes I always get lost in when we talk. He's got a great, firm ass that I love to grab, and a wonderful cock to go along with it - long and thick enough when erect to completely fill me and then some.

"Alright sweetie, I'm going to head to class now," he said, snapping me out of my daydream, "are you going to your 9 o'clock class this morning?"

"Yeah, I shouldn't miss it - the professor said he'd be going over what will be on the test."

"OK, well, just let yourself out and I'll see you later! Do you want to go check out that new movie tonight?"

"Yeah, good idea - I'll meet you back here at about 6 tonight."

As he headed out the door, I had every intention of getting up and dressed, but was having one of those sleepy mornings when it felt better just to stay under the covers. Maybe just a few more minutes, I thought to myself, maybe just a few more...

A little while later, I realized I had dozed off, and quickly glanced at Jason's alarm clock, realizing I'd be late for class if I didn't get my ass out of bed! I quickly got up, pulled on my bra and top, and reached for my panties, but then was interrupted by the sound of Jason's voice out in the hallway. What was he doing back at his room, had he forgotten something? And who was he talking to? It was a woman's voice, and it sounded familiar, but I couldn't quite place it. Embarrassed that I was still there, and curious to find out what was up, I found myself grabbing the rest of my clothes and darting into his closet, closing the door behind me. I'm not sure why I did it, really, but oh boy, was I in for a surprise.

I made myself as comfortable as I could in the closet, considering I was half naked, Jason's closet was a mess, and I couldn't let myself move for fear of making a sound.

Meanwhile, I heard Jason's key in his door and the two voices entered the room. Wait -- it can't be -- what would SHE be doing in HIS room? Now that it was closer, I recognized Danielle's voice instantly. I really hoped she was just there to borrow class notes or return a CD or something else innocent.

See, she and I had a bit of history together. She wasn't just the college acquaintance, the nice girl from a neighboring sorority that Jason probably thought she was. She and I went back as far as 9th grade together, and had always competed over everything -- the best grades, the best time on the track or in the swimming pool, and the best guys. If I were to find out that she and Jason were somehow involved, I don't know what I'd do. Before I could ponder this much more, I heard Jason say something that made me go cold.

"Let me see those gorgeous tits of yours, Danni, it's been too long!"

And even worse, her reply: "I can tell you've been longing to fondle them again -- your little Amber's tits must leave you so disappointed."

"Yeah -- I'm crazy about her, but I've always been into boobs, and hers just don't do it for me."

"Well, I'm always happy to serve your needs, you know that."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing! Not so much that Danielle would be fooling around with my guy -- frankly, that wasn't much of a surprise -- but that Jason wasn't satisfied with me, but had never said anything! I had to see this to believe it, and realized that they were much to distracted to notice if I pushed open the closet door just enough to see what was happening.

I was confronted with quite an image. Standing just next to the bed, Danielle had her hand down Jason's sweats, fondling his cock. Meanwhile, he was massaging one of her breasts in each of his hands. She was beautiful, I had to admit. Quite petite except for her D-cup boobs, with beautiful brown curly hair that cascaded down over them.

As Jason and Danielle both began to moan, I was shocked to realize that rather than being angry, hurt, or disgusted, I was actually turned on by watching them. Jason was now sucking Danielle's left nipple, and as she arched her back in pleasure, I quietly unhooked my bra to give myself more access to mimic those sensations.

"Drop to your knees," I heard Jason whisper, and Danielle quickly did as she was told. As soon as he had kicked off his sweats and boxers, she devoured his cock in one smooth motion, all the way to the base. Impressive. He grabbed her hair to guide her as she began quickly bobbing up and down on his ever larger, harder cock.

I had given Jason blowjobs before, and he had clearly enjoyed them, but I'd never watched before, and he and I were never this raw in our love-making. This was hot, and I needed some release. My right hand fell from my breast, traced the curves of my hip, and made its way down to my pussy. After wetting my fingertips with my own juices, I started stroking my clit as I secretly watched this live sex show.

After forcing her down onto his cock a few more times -- I could hear her gagging slightly -- Jason released her and she fell to one side, panting. "Are you ready to give me what Amber can't?"

"Oh, yeah," Danielle grunted, and climbed onto the bed. She was still wearing her short skirt and panties, but Jason quickly tore those off and flung them across the room, leaving her naked on his bed.

"I want to fuck your big, beautiful tits long and hard."

"Oh yeah, Jason, I love what you do with my tits!"

"Well, you know the way I like it -- get yourself ready for me."

I was fascinated -- with my tiny bosom, I had no idea what they were about to do and couldn't wait to find out! I watched, and waited, and continued to fondle myself.

Danielle was now on her back with her head on the pillows. Jason was still standing next to the bed, stroking his cock and watching her as she prepared to have her tits fucked, an entirely new concept to yours truly. She spread her legs slightly and plunged two fingers deep into her pussy, arching her back and letting out a little whimper as she did so. As she pulled her fingers back out, I could see that they were glistening with her juices, which she proceeded to smear all over her bosom. She followed this up by spitting into each hand and massaging that liquid onto her breasts as well.

Now that her tits were clearly wet, Jason joined her on the bed, straddling her chest. He placed his hard cock between her breasts, grabbed one with each hand, and squeezed them together until his cock was completely enveloped. Her hands were now free, and she quickly moved them both down to her crotch. The middle finger of her left hand was quickly busy on her clit, while two fingers of her right hand again plunged into her pussy. Jason, meanwhile, was already fucking with gusto. His cock was almost invisible to me, lost in her ample bosom, except when the very tip would seek out her waiting tongue at the end of each stroke.

As he fucked her huge breasts, Jason praised them with a seemingly endless string of adjectives -- this guy was a fucking thesaurus, at least when it came to boobs -- each time stressing how much bigger, better, hotter her tits were than mine. If I weren't so ridiculously turned on, I would have been furious and overwhelmed with jealousy -- especially since the tits in question belonged to my nemesis. But it was all I could do to keep up with the rhythm of their fucking, shoving first one, then two, then three fingers into my pussy with every stroke of Jason's cock through another woman's superior tits.

It wasn't long before all three of us were close to cumming. I'm not sure how long it took for me to notice that I was the only one still moaning, and how much longer still it was before I opened my eyes and saw them both looking at me through the now wide open closet door.

We all just stared for a moment -- Jason with his hard cock pointed at me, Danielle looking flushed and sticky with sweat, and me kneeling on the closet floor, fingers still deep in my pussy. Embarrassed as I was to have been caught, I quickly realized that Jason and Danielle were infinitely more embarrassed. I was just caught hiding in the closet. They were the ones caught cheating. I knew that I had the upper hand in this situation, if I could just figure out how to take advantage. Suddenly, it came to me -- what I could say and do to beat Danielle at this little game.

Standing up and moving towards them, I said, "Jason, I understand now that I've left you disappointed in one area of our relationship, and that you've had to find another woman to satisfy your needs." To illustrate my point, I reached out and pinched one of Danielle's nipples, hard. She was powerless to do anything but whimper.

Then I continued, "But I think I know a way I can give you even more pleasure. Let's give my 'Straight A' nickname a new meaning. How about you fuck my virgin ass -- right here, right now. And I want Danielle to stay and watch, so that the next time she hears someone call me 'Straight A', she'll know exactly what 'A' we're talking about."

Jason looked deep into my eyes, obviously shocked but also excited by this suggestion. "Are you sure?"

"Oh yeah, baby, I want you to fuck my ass, hard."

That was all he needed, and he took my hand and led me to the bed. I climbed on and stayed on all fours, looking back at him with a sexy, inviting glance. He quickly climbed on top of me, doggie style. With no warning, he plunged into me -- but it was my pussy first, with a few long, deep strokes to lubricate his cock with my juices. If we were alone, if the situation were different, he could have just stroked my pussy until we both came to orgasm. But I had a point to prove.

He pulled his now wet cock out of my pussy, adjusted his weight on the bed behind me, and then placed the tip of his cock against my tiny asshole. There was no way -- what had I gotten myself into?!? But then I looked at Danielle, kept my eyes fixed on her, watched as she started to finger herself, and found my inspiration again. "Do it, Jason, I want your cock in my ass!"

He started with a few gentle prods, and then realized it was best just to get it over with -- with one hard motion, he thrust at least 4 inches of his cock into my ass. The pain was excruciating, but was quickly replaced with two sensations -- a wonderful new physical pleasure I'd never quite felt before, and also the satisfaction that Danielle had to watch, helplessly stroking her clit.

I could tell that neither of us would last long in this scenario -- he was now thrusting hard and fast into my tiny ass, and the initial pain was gone, replaced with insane pleasure.

"Oh my god, Amber, this is so hot -- I love fucking your tiny little asshole even more than Danni's tits. I'm going to cum, I'm going to cum," he shouted.

I wanted to cum along with him, so I shifted all of my weight to my left arm, freeing up my right hand to reach for my pussy. With my thumb on my clit, two fingers in my pussy, and Jason's hard cock deep in my ass, I was on the verge of the most extreme orgasm of my life. And all the while, I had kept my eyes on Danielle.

She was furiously finger-fucking herself as Jason and I both came -- he shot his load deep inside of me, yet another new feeling that was spectacular, and we both fell to the bed, completely spent.

We were both too out of it to notice that Danielle had gotten up, pulled on her clothes, and was trying to slink out of the room without being noticed. I quickly came to my senses, though, and said to her, "It's OK, Danielle -- why don't you join us again sometime soon? You can use those glorious tits of yours to get Jason all hot for my ass again."

"Alright, Amber, you win this round," she replied to me. Then, turning to Jason, she said "But wait until you see what I have in store for you this weekend." And with that, she left.

Alone with Jason at last, I asked him, "So, how was that for you?"

"Well, you both were phenomenal, but I think I was the real winner."

Tuesday, August 7, 2007

Sonnet XXX

There is not even time to get undressed
Before you have me by my hair so blonde
And with your hand again upon my breast
I'm on my knees in hopes that you’ll respond.

Your cock, inside my mouth, becomes erect,
Responding to the pressure I apply.
I am so glad that this is the effect,
As you, consumed in ecstasy, do sigh.

I take your balls in hand with every stroke
As you pinch both my nipples 'till they're numb;
And just when I might think that I will choke,
Is when you, now, all over me, do cum.

Moments such as these, I truly treasure –
When I can bring you to such happy pleasure.

Monday, August 6, 2007

My St. Patrick's Day Fantasy

March 16

Dear Diary,

OK, I've decided. In honor of my first St. Patrick's Day since turning 21, I'm finally going to do it. It's time to live the fantasy, rather than just, well, fantasizing. I can't tell anyone what I'm thinking of doing - I'd be too embarrassed - but maybe if I write out my plan in detail here in my diary, I'll have the courage to follow through.

It was about 10:30 when I finished furiously scribbling my fantasy - or rather, my plans for the next day - onto the pages of my diary. Normally I'd get up out of bed and slip my diary into its usual hiding place, but I was so tired after my long day at work, and felt myself drifting into a nice drowsy sleep...

Before I even realized I had fallen asleep, my alarm was going off the next morning. I usually pushed the snooze button a few times, but this particular morning I was eager to get the day started. I had gotten myself quite turned on by writing out my fantasy in detail, and I found myself still tingling with excitement. After a quick shower, I pulled together one of my usual conservative business-casual outfits that would get me through the work day - smiling to myself as I thought about how much differently I'd be dressed that evening. I quickly tidied up my room, and double-checked that my diary was safely stored away in its hiding place before joining my roommate in the kitchen for breakfast.

"Good morning, Christina," I greeted her as she handed me a cup of coffee.

"Hey, Kerry, how'd you sleep last night?" she asked with a twinkle in her eye which I wouldn't understand until later.

"Fine - thanks for the coffee!"

"You're welcome," she replied, sitting back down to her toast and newspaper.

I found myself thinking, as I did often, what a great roommate Christina was. We had actually known each other for several years - met in high school - but only recently got back in touch and decided to share an apartment. We were both 21, both holding down good jobs, had some great friends that we liked to hang out with, and could always commiserate about our failed attempts - so far- to find Mr. Right.

The only thing Christina didn't know about me was that I was about to live out a sexual fantasy with a complete stranger. I almost wanted to tell her, but was scared she might disapprove. As I watched her drinking her morning coffee and getting ready for work, I couldn't help but wonder what her fantasies might be. She was a petite but exotically beautiful woman - olive skin, long black hair, deep brown eyes, and stunning long legs. Really the opposite of me, I guess, with my classic Irish looks: red hair, green eyes, adorable freckles everywhere, and a curvy figure from my 36D breasts to my plump ass.

"OK," Christina startled me back into the moment, "I'm off to work - see you later."

My work day dragged on at a ridiculously slow pace as I sat in meetings unable to concentrate on anything but the evening I had planned. After what seemed like forever, I was finally back to my apartment. I stepped into my own room and closed the door, just in case Christina came home early. It was time. Time to transform myself from Kerry to Erin, the name I had decided to use when I picked up a strange man that evening. As I peeled off my clothes, I couldn't help but let my hands travel over my skin, pausing for a moment to cup one breast or brush past my clit - but wait, save it...

I chuckled when I remembered what I had thought of while sitting at my desk at work - 'Erin go Braless' - perfect for St. Patrick's Day! That decided it, no bra. It didn't take long to put on the skimpy outfit I had envisioned: tight Irish green v-neck t-shirt with no bra, a short denim mini skirt with no panties, and black heels. And the finishing touch - Kerry never wore make-up, but Erin was going to - red lipstick. I gasped as I looked in the mirror at the slut who was looking back at me! Exactly the look I was going for - so different. My nipples were already hard, poking painfully at the cotton of my t-shirt, and I could feel my naked and freshly shaven pussy getting hot and wet. But again I had to stop myself from getting too excited now - plenty of time for that later. Time to leave - before Christina sees me like this.

About 20 minutes later, the taxi dropped me off at O'Sullivan's, the bar I had carefully chosen for my adventure. It was a place I knew would be hopping for St. Patrick's Day, but also a place on the opposite side of town, where I knew nobody would recognize me.

As I strutted in, I was greeted by a hearty round of whistles, hoots, and hollers. I decided to get a beer and sit a the bar for a few minutes, scoping out the men who might be suitable for my little fantasy. The only open seat was next to another young woman, dressed pretty much like me, who obviously had similar plans for her evening! I didn't pay much attention to her, figuring there were plenty of available guys there and we could each find someone to meet our needs.

But then she spoke.

"So, Erin, you decided to go braless in honor of the holiday, huh?" I immediately recognized Christina's voice, and wasn't sure which I should do first: spit out my mouthful of beer, or fall off my barstool. Maybe both?

"Wha... Christina? What are you doing here? How did you...?"

"I didn't mean to scare you, Kerry - I'm sorry. But when I read about your hot fantasy in your diary, I didn't want to be left out!"

Embarrassed and then angry, I demanded to know just how often she was in the habit of reading my diary.

"Oh, no, I... it's not like that! Last night was the first time, I swear. When I was on my way past your room to mine last night, I could tell that you had fallen asleep with the light on. I came into your room to turn it off, and then thought I'd fold down the page of the book you were reading and put it on your nightstand. By the time I realized it was your diary and I shouldn't be reading it, I was too turned on to put it down!"

She then explained how she had quietly put my diary away, hoping I wouldn't notice, and proceeded to cancel her own St. Patrick's Day plans so that she could surprise me here at O'Sullivan's. She figured it'd be the best way to let me know I didn't need to keep fantasies like this a secret. On the contrary, she wanted to participate!

By this point, we were giggling together over the humor of the situation - two old friends realizing we shared the same fantasy of dressing like sluts to seduce a perfect stranger in a bar on St. Patrick's Day. We were so engrossed in our laughter, our beers, and in comparing our slutty outfits, that we hadn't noticed him. Hadn't noticed him watching us, stepping closer, and finally delivering the line that I'm sure he'd been practicing for a while: "You two hotties look pretty young to be in here - are you both just 21?" As we nodded, he followed up with the punch line: "Well, I'm 42. Do you think the two of you together could satisfy me?"

I quickly looked him up and down and decided he'd be perfect for the scenario I had in mind. An older man was just what I was hoping for - and this guy was hot! He obviously worked out regularly - or maybe he worked in construction or something, because he also had the kind of tan that didn't come from a tanning bed. He had short blond hair, sparkling blue eyes that were unabashedly roving all over our bodies, and it looked like he hadn't shaved that day - just the way I like it.

"I think we can give you what you're looking for! My name is Erin - Erin go Braless - at least for today."

"I can see that," he replied, reaching out and giving my right nipple a quick squeeze. "And you are?" he asked, turning his attention to Christina.

"You can call me Britney. And what shall we call you?"

"My name is Richard - but perhaps 'Dick' would be appropriate for the evening?"

"Perfect," I replied, "because our goal tonight was to meet a strange man and get to know his cock."

"Wow, sounds like a great plan to me," he said after gulping down the remainder of his beer. "You got somewhere we can go?"

"Yes, I have a room reserved in the hotel just down the street. Room 407 - here's the key. Why don't you go on ahead, make yourself comfortable, leave the door unlocked, and we'll meet you in just a few minutes."

We watched him walk out, and I turned to Christina to ask whether she was really, truly up for this adventure. Even though I was incredibly turned on, I didn't want to risk ruining our friendship. Before I could say anything, though, her lips were on mine, giving me a passionate kiss. I stiffened and almost pulled back, but then gave in to the moment. As we pulled apart, she smiled and said, "I know what you were going to ask - whether I'm OK with what we're about to do? If that kiss didn't answer your question, this should," and with that, she grabbed my hand and pulled it between her legs. I gasped as my fingers reached the hot wetness of her crotch, and she kissed me again. This time I really lost myself in the moment, shoving my tongue in her mouth and fingering her pussy, until I noticed how quiet the bar had gotten around us. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see every eye in the place eagerly feasting on the two sluts at the bar, and whispered to Christina, "I think it's time to get out of here, before we get more given to us than we had planned for."

I could feel all of those eyes stay on us as we slipped off our bar stools and walked towards the door. Just for the response she knew it would get, Christina slapped my ass as we walked through the door, making me squeal and eliciting a round of whistles from the bar patrons. They returned to their regularly scheduled St. Patrick's Day drinking, and we giggled as we ran out the door and down the block to the hotel.

Dick had done exactly as I instructed. The door to room 407 was closed but unlocked, and as we entered, I could see he had indeed made himself comfortable - he was buck naked on the bed! "You girls had better catch up - I've been waiting patiently. I know you're not wearing much, but how about the two of you give me a little striptease?"

Before either of us could answer, he picked up a remote control, pointed it across the room, and suddenly we had some soft, sexy music to dance to. This guy was just what I had hoped for - old enough to have some understanding of romance, and a little patience!

Christina and I started moving with the music until our bodies were pressed close together, and our hands began to explore, first over our clothes and then under. Our shirts were the first to go, as I could tell she wanted to feel her skin against mine just as much as I did. My breasts - plump and freckled - pressed against hers - perky and dark - and I saw her nipples for the first time. They were huge and already extremely hard and erect, and I couldn't help but bend down and suck them, first one and then the other. She let out a little moan as her hands struggled with the zipper of my mini skirt and then pulled it over my ass until it was free to slip to the floor.

I glanced towards the bed and could see that our little dance was starting to work on Dick - he was slowly stroking his now-hard cock in time with the music and the movement of our bodies. He gave me a look that I interpreted as 'hurry up and get over here,' so I quickly got Christina out of her skirt as well, and we were both now wearing nothing but our heels. I reached down to pull one of mine off, but Dick gently growled "No - just get over here," so we both made our way to the bed, the heels giving our naked bodies a sexy posture.

Luckily, I had reserved a suite with a king bed, so there was plenty of room for all of us. Funny, wonder what made me do that, since I didn't know it would be a threesome!

"Join me on the bed, girls," Dick instructed. "Erin, I want you to suck my cock. Britney, I want you to stay at the foot of the bed and entertain yourself for a while. Make sure I can see you, and I'll let you know when I want you to join us."

I climbed up on the bed and crawled on all fours until my mouth was directly over his hard cock. As I started to lick the tip and pull the first few inches of it into my mouth, he grabbed me by the ass and pulled me almost - but not quite - into a 69 position. He wanted access to my pussy, but he didn't want me to block his view of Christina. He used both hands to spread my legs apart, giving him full access to start finger-fucking my wet pussy. With the music still on, I started sucking his cock in time with the beat, and to my delight, his fingers started moving in and out of my pussy with the same rhythm.

I could feel Christina's movements on the bed, and could tell that whatever she was doing was getting Dick even hotter than just my blow job could - but when I tried to turn my head to see her, he quickly pulled his fingers out of my pussy and used his other hand to push my head down hard on his cock. "Don't you dare stop," he warned, and I quickly mumbled my understanding so that he would go back to work on me. Perhaps rewarding me for my obedience, he added a perfect stroking of my clit to his repertoire, and I quickly felt myself moving close to my first orgasm.

Just as he and I were both coming close to satisfaction, he again pulled his hand away from my dripping pussy and used it to slap my ass - hard enough that I jumped and his cock slipped from my mouth. As I sat up on the bed, slightly stunned, he motioned for Christina to come closer, and pushed his fingers - fresh from my pussy - into her mouth. She and I both moaned as she tasted my juices for the first time. "Now," he said to me, "I bet you want to taste her, too?"

"Oh, yeah," I said in a voice much huskier than usual, and I grabbed her legs, flipping her onto her back so that her pussy was in front of my face. I started with a few aggressive licks which caused her to buck her hips and whimper with delight, and then slowed down to a more slow and steady pace, moving my tongue slowly from her clit to the outside of her lips and then darting it into her pussy.

Dick just watched this for a few moments, and then gently guided Christina into a different position from which she could use her hands on his cock, but still enjoy the tongue job I was giving her - and he could enjoy a full view of everything. With both of his hands now free, he focused his attention on my breasts, first kneading them gently and then pinching my nipples so firmly that I had no choice but to attack Christina's pussy with renewed enthusiasm.

Christina was on the verge of a profound orgasm, bucking and moaning like crazy. She had given up on Dick's cock, which seemed fine with him - he was obviously trying to save himself for whatever he had planned for us next. I think he wanted to stop her as well, but it was too late, and Christina exploded, covering first my tongue and then much of my face with her juices as she screamed with ecstasy.

As she regained her senses, Christina pulled herself up to her knees on the bed, and motioned for me to do the same. She slowly moved her tongue over my face, licking up her stray juices, and I pulled her as close to me as I could, pressing our breasts together and grinding my hips into hers. I lost track of where Dick had gone - whether he was still on the bed or somewhere else in the room - but I could hear his moans of satisfaction as he watched us.

I couldn't believe how hot she was - my roommate and old friend - and I was beginning to lose myself in this moment, forgetting my original fantasy about a strange man's cock deep in my pussy and enjoying the feelings of my body pressed against another woman's.

But Dick was still there, and he wanted to finish what he had started with both of us. "Are you ready for me to fuck you? Both of you, together?"

"Which one of us do you want first?" I asked in the flirtiest, sluttiest voice I could manage.

"Oh, I'll take you both at the same time," he replied. "Come to the edge of the bed and get down on all fours, both of you."

As we did as we were told, he came up behind us and started with his hands, one on each of us. He moved his hands over our backs, smacked our ass cheeks a few times, and then spread our pussy lips to prepare each of us for entry. I still didn't understand how he was going to fuck us both at the same time, until he started - with me. He shifted his feet so that he was centered behind me, grabbed my hips with his strong hands, and pulled me back onto his hard cock in one smooth, slow motion. My pussy was so wet from the night's activities so far that it was easy for him to fill me completely, and I could feel his balls slapping against me as he finished each stroke.

Just as we were finding a rhythm, he was gone - and I realized he had moved over to Christina. At first I was irritated that he would pull out of me in the middle of everything, until I looked over at Christina, and then back over my shoulder at Dick, and realized just how hot this threesome was. As I looked back into Christina's beautiful dark eyes, we both realized that we only needed one of our hands to hold us up in the right position, and we could pleasure each other we the other hand. As she was being fucked, I fondled her breasts, pinching each nipple intensely. She, in turn, made up for the lack of cock in my pussy by wetting her fingers with my juices and then tenderly stroking my clit.

As Dick shifted his cock back to my waiting hole, Christina and I shifted roles - I followed her lead and pinched her clit while she fondled my breasts. Dick was clearly impressed with our ingenuity, urging us on to keep each other going as he switched back and forth, fucking us both. Our moans and squeals of delight were filling the room so much that we could barely hear the music anymore - just as well, since Dick was now moving much faster than the relaxed beat of the sexy tunes. He was now pounding us hard and fast, and Christina and I had to give up touching each other, needing both hands on the bed just to hold ourselves up as he rammed us deep, a few strokes in each pussy before again switching to the other.

I found myself starting to wonder which one of us would be lucky enough to have his cock inside of us when he finished - but he clearly didn't want to have to make that choice. As he reached his climax, he gently pushed me over so that I was on my back, and Christina followed my lead. We spread our legs over each other so that our hot, wet pussies were right in front of Dick as he continued to stroke his cock with his hand. I reached down to stroke Christina's clit, and she mine, and we joined in a passionate kiss as Dick shouted "I'm cumming, I'm cumming!" and shot his load all over us.

As he collapsed on the bed next to me, Dick gave us one last instruction: "I want to watch you lick my cum off each other."

I could tell that Christina had the same thought I did - we would give him what he wanted, but we wouldn't stop there. We'd also make him watch as we let ourselves finally reach orgasm - together. She started on me, looking up at Dick with her beautiful dark eyes as she licked his cum off of me and he pinched my nipples. She cleaned off my tits and stomach, but left his cum around my pussy - and I did the same as I cleaned her off.

Dick opened his mouth to question why we had left his cum in those particular places, but before he could speak, I pulled her into me, our beautiful tits coming together once again, and ground my pussy into hers. Dick's cum, along with our juices, lubricated our grinding motion as my clit massaged hers. With Dick watching in awe, we moved faster and faster, and our moans became louder and louder, until we collapsed over one another in complete, divine, exhaustion.

The three of us lay there on the big bed, covered with sweat and cum, until we regained the energy to think, and then a bit later, to stand up. Dick was the first to get up and get dressed, and then said, "Well girls, that was the best time I've had in years - thank you!"

"Well, us too - thanks for joining us," I replied with a wink.

"I'm going to go now - why don't you girls go ahead and enjoy the room for the rest of the night?" and with that, he was gone.

"You know, Christina, I think he had a good idea there - how about a shower?" I asked my old friend.

She answered me silently, getting up off the bed and taking my hand, leading me towards the bathroom. Even though I had already fulfilled my fantasy, I guess she had even more pleasure in store for me that night.