Sunday, June 27, 2010

Riding through the outback

Written by a man.
Gus Schmidlap from Amsterdam

I first met Sherry at a trade show in Chicago, where she represented her Australian company.

She had left me with the clear impression that if ever I found myself in Perth, my time would be well spent in visiting her home. Thus, hers was the first number I called when I arrived for a week of business in Australia.

She seemed pleased to hear from me, and we arranged to meet on the weekend. She promised to arrange a day of outdoor fun, and asked if I enjoyed horse riding, which as it happens, I do. And so, bright and early on Saturday morning, as arranged, I arrived at her apartment in a pleasant suburb of Perth.

She answered the door dressed in a night-gown, looking even better than I remembered. Sherry stands around six feet tall, and is firmly built, a legacy of her years of competitive swimming, which left her with broad shoulders, and a muscular frame which she has not allowed to slip. She kissed me warmly on the lips, and apologised for not being ready.

She offered me coffee, which I took sitting in the lounge while she went to her bedroom to get dressed. When she came out, I was surprised by her outfit, which seemed a little impractical for horse-riding. While she had knee length leather riding boots, instead of jodhpurs, she wore a knee length skirt. "What happened to your jodhpurs?" I asked. Sherry flashed her naughty smile, and said "You'll have to wait and see."

We set off in her car, and after an hours drive arrived at a remote farm, where she stabled her horse. Before long we had saddled up, and were cantering along the Australian outback in glorious sunshine. After about an hour of hard riding, we pulled up at a watering hole, and dismounted, tying the horses to a rail while they could have a drink. Sherry produced a hip flask, and we both had a shot of cognac. Before long we were kissing. "You didn't have to bring me all the way out here to seduce me" I said. She smiled. "I thought I'd give you a fuck to remember" she said, "Have you ever had sex on a horse?". Naturally the prospect intrigued me. 'Right, lets see what we have here' she said, untying my belt, and pulling down my zipper, to release a half hearted John Thomas. At the touch of her hand, he soon stood to attention, and stepping back, Sherry raised her skirt and removed her knickers, giving me a flash of golden haired pussy, before her skirt dropped.

'Right, mount up' she said, untying one of the horses. As soon as I was seated, she grasped my arm. 'Now pull me up" she said. With a little effort she was soon positioned, facing me on the saddle. She raised her skirt, and using my shoulder to balance herself, straddled my lap, slipping my cock into her pussy in the process.

The anticipation must have worked for her, because her snatch was wet by the time John Thomas made his entry. Holding me in a firm embrace she said, 'Right, now lets go riding.'

I spurred the horse into a trot, revelling in the feeling of her cunt clutching my cock as she rose and fell with each stride. 'Now lets canter' she said, her breathing starting to quicken.

We soon fell in time with the motion of the horse, and with the feeling of sunshine, and the clean country air, I felt incredibly turned on. My cock was hard as a diamond cutter as it slammed into her, and the effect was obvious. 'God, I'm going to come' she shouted, above the clutter of the horses hooves pounding into the hard sandy track. Her cunt seemed to clench around my cock, and the next thing I knew, I was shooting my spunk inside her. I nearly lost my balance, and had to reign the horse in, which was achieved with some difficulty.

Once we had stopped, she dismounted, and beckoned me to join her on the ground. "I always come like crazy when I fuck like that" she said, "Now, lets try it the other way around."

Placing one foot in a stirrup, she swung herself onto the saddle, and then helped to pull me up, so I was positioned facing her. This time it was a little more difficult, as my cock was still soft when she tried to straddle me once more. Using her fingers, she pressed my limp member into her wet hole, still slippery with semen, and before long I was hard enough to stay inside her. She then spurred the horse into a canter, and the thrilling sensations started once more. The rhythm of the horses stride seemed to force my cock right into her womb. This time it took much longer for me to come, and she took full advantage, shouting ecstatically, as orgasm after orgasm overcame her, while my cock pounded into her. The danger aspect of thundering along the track, backwards, with her full weight pressing down on me added an element of spice which soon caused the most intense orgasm I can remember. Sherry managed to stop the horse, and carefully dismounted me, using one hand to cover her snatch as she slipped of my softening cock. "We cant have come stains on the saddle" she explained as she swung her leg over me to dismount, still holding her cunt with one hand. "Tie the horse up" she instructed, pointing to a nearby tree. While I did this, she lay back against the tree, parted her legs, and using both hands, began stroking the slippery wetness along the lips of her cunny, pausing occasionally to slip two fingers in and finger fuck herself, seemingly oblivious to my presence. I went to stand right in front of her, my cock standing fully to attention as I watched her making herself come.

The hot sun and clean air combined with the smell of her sex was overpowering. I knelt between her legs and started kissing my way up her tanned thighs toward her honey pot. I licked along the edge of her swollen bulge, careful not to rush arrival at her clit. She became impatient, parting her labia to invite my tongue deeper inside her. "Lick me there, harder" she moaned as yet again her body quivered with the force of another orgasm.

Her hand had by now found its way to my cock, and with a little delicate manoeuvring she twisted into a position where she could reach John Thomas with her mouth without interrupting my contact with her pussy. Inspired by her own pleasure, Sherry proceeded to give one of the best blow jobs I've ever known, alternating her pace to ensure I stopped just short of coming. Eventually I could take no more, and started thrusting into her mouth, desperate to come. Sherry slipped away before the crucial moment, and with a laugh, pulled away. As she stood up, her skirt fell back into its normal position, covering her steaming pussy. Coyly crossing her legs, she turned to face the tree, and with some sense of theatre bent over whilst raising her skirt at the same time, revealing her slick wet slit, peach like below her little puckered anus. "Fuck me now" she moaned, her head practically between her knees.

I grasped her hips from behind, and guided my cock between her beckoning labia. She was so wet I slipped right in with no effort at all. We were both so aroused that things didn't last long. The combination of her silky smooth wetness and the tight fist like clutch of her vagina soon started my cock spunking. Sherry's hand had found its way to her clit while I fucked her, and her frantic rubbing ensured she came at the same time. After using the most excellent muscle contractions with her fanny to milk the last drop of come from my well used testicles, Sherry dismounted, and turned to kneel in front of me. My cock was glistening with her wetness as she started licking the slowly deflating tip. "I love to taste myself" she said, looking at me out of the corner of her eye while my cock nuzzled against her lips.

We stayed out for another hour, resting, before heading back to the City. Horse Riding has never been the same for me since.

I have found a new, free sex game (new to me, not new to everyone). It is called Viva-Ponata.

If you have not heard of it, you can check it out at the following link:

If you use the link, I get credit for the referral (if you reach level 5), and I get 25 diamonds (which is a type of currency in the game).

The game is a sort of a sexual simulation game. You pick your name, you can earn money by performing various illegal acts (selling Viagra, stolen DVDs, turning tricks). And you also can enhance your appearance (which adds to your beauty, so you can get a better job, for instance). I am a fairly tame character in real life, so this allows me to let my hair down. I mean, I look forward to turning tricks – someone has to choose your ass among all the prostitutes working the streets.

I am by no means an expert at the game, but it is a fun diversion. If you want to try it, sign up (free), and write me or my online spouse. We can help you out.

Saturday, June 26, 2010

The Daydream

Written by a woman.
By Sarah from Surrey.

She awoke, after what must have only been a handful of hours sleep, to the sun streaming through the bedroom curtains. She became aware of the solid warm body peacefully prostrate next to hers and instinctively snuggled her curves into his, like a jigsaw.
His breathing was deep and regular, but in contrast, hers became labored and gasping as the warmth of his manhood nestled against her buttocks. As he slept, blissfully unaware, she lapsed into a state on semi consciousness. Her insides grew moist and the feeling of desire welled up inside her, almost to the point of no return.

But unfortunately, time was her enemy today and her lust was abandoned, unsatisfied. No matter, she thought, an energetic day would take her mind off that unfinished business.

A five mile bike ride later, she was relieved to strip down to her swimsuit and she plunged into the cool waters of the swimming pool. How she loved that feeling of buoyancy, the water gently cushioning her bruised pelvis and aching thighs, the evidence left from the previous evening's exertions.

After a few leisurely lengths, she maneuvered herself into the Jacuzzi. The contrast was breathtaking; the hot frantic bubbles forcing themselves to the surface, persistently massaging her legs and bum. After 20 minutes of heavenly indulgence, she was too hot for comfort and was forced to take a cold shower, those icy jets like needles on her back and chest.

Next her favorite- the steam room. Thankfully it was empty, so she was able to fantasies without interruption. She stretched out her limbs, like a cat arching her back in ecstasy. The atmosphere damp and steamy, she imagined him sitting opposite her, staring with a look of longing in his eyes. Surely, with the steam so dense, nobody would see them?

He moved across to a seat in the densest corner and stealthily she straddled his lap, her back against his bear-like chest. Discreetly, he released his impatient member from his swimming shorts and deftly adjusted her costume so that he could swiftly penetrate her. She, leaning gently forwards, resting her hands for balance on his athletic thighs, maneuvered herself gently up and down, gripping his manhood. He was forced to remain completely inert; her weight pinning him down against the damp, clammy seat.

Gradually, still with a rocking motion, she opened her thighs wider and wider until she could feel her muscles pulling. With all her concentration, she squeezed her vaginal walls to hold him tight inside her. Finally, he could bear it no more and with all his might, thrust upwards into her, resulting in an almighty orgasm that felt as if the top of his head had come clean away. And, simultaneously, her contractions reached a frenzy to the point where she was no longer aware of her steamy surroundings or indeed even which planet she was on.

The volcanic eruption had completely exhausted all her energies and she was unable to move or speak for several moments.

She opened her eyes. She was alone. Was it a dream or did it really happen?

I have found a new, free sex game (new to me, not new to everyone). It is called Viva-Ponata.

If you have not heard of it, you can check it out at the following link:

If you use the link, I get credit for the referral (if you reach level 5), and I get 25 diamonds (which is a type of currency in the game).

The game is a sort of a sexual simulation game. You pick your name, you can earn money by performing various illegal acts (selling Viagra, stolen DVDs, turning tricks). And you also can enhance your appearance (which adds to your beauty, so you can get a better job, for instance). I am a fairly tame character in real life, so this allows me to let my hair down. I mean, I look forward to turning tricks – someone has to choose your ass among all the prostitutes working the streets.

I am by no means an expert at the game, but it is a fun diversion. If you want to try it, sign up (free), and write me or my online spouse. We can help you out.

Friday, June 25, 2010

When in Oslo

Written by a man.
by Brian (in Kent)

I arrived in Oslo for a three day visit, checking on our distributors progress.

I usually go there several times each year, and have several friends in Oslo. Anneus, who is one of our distributors, had suggested to me on previous visits that we go out for a night on the town, and this time I had a free night to accept his invitation to "double date" his girlfriend Magda.

He told me he had spoken to her about me, and that she had asked to meet. I naturally assumed that Magda would arrange a friend for our "double date".

Anneus drove us from the office to his apartment. When we arrived, I was introduced to Magda, who was a classic Norwegian beauty. Long blonde hair, sky blue eyes, and legs which were indecently lengthy. She wore a short skirt, with high heels, which made her taller than my own six feet. Her tight fitting T-shirt did little to conceal the fact that she had very erect nipples on the end of extraordinarily large breasts. She kissed me on both cheeks, leaving the hint of a remarkably familiar scent.

Anneus poured drinks, while we chatted about life in Oslo. All very casual and chatty. After finishing two bottles of wine, my curiosity got the better of me, and I asked Anneus who he had in mind when he had suggested a double date.

"Oh no", he replied, "I meant Magda for both of us. She likes a lot of sex, and I enjoy a helping hand every now and then". Magda smiled affirmatively. "Anneus has told me quite a bit about you", she said, moving closer to me, and running her hand along the inside of my thigh. "He says you like to fuck a lot" she said as her hand brushed against my cock. For a brief moment I was somewhat taken aback, but the combination of the wine and Magda's heady scent filling my nostrils, made me quite powerless to resist.

"She has great breasts" said Anneus, removing Magda's T-shirt, to reveal the truth in his words. "Stand up, and let me show him your pussy" he instructed her. Magda rose from her position on the sofa, and allowed Anneus to remove her skirt, and peel her skimpy black panties down her legs.

Her cunt was virtually hairless, save for a small triangle of closely cropped dark blonde hair which started above the topmost fold of her labia. Her vaginal lips were quite swollen, and her wetness was evident. She sat back on the sofa next to me, while Anneus returned to his seat.

"Would you like to taste my pussy" she asked, easing her labia apart with one hand, while rubbing her clit with the other.

I needed no second invitation, and in a flash was kneeling between her legs, raising her hips with my hands beneath her ass to gain better access with my tongue. She was very wet, and as I traced the length of her quim with my tongue she kept on rubbing her clit.

She began to moan quite loudly. Gradually with the coaxing of my tongue, her nectar started to rise from the depths of her slit, coating my lips with her slippery wetness.

"I want to taste your cock", she whispered hoarsely. I removed my trousers, and straddling her on the couch, pressed my cock against her lips.

Anneus had undressed in the meanwhile, and moved between her legs to continue where I had left off. Magda's hand circled my shaft, and her tongue began tracing light circles around the underside of my helmet, before swallowing inch after inch until I felt my cock rubbing against the back of her throat. Her hand kept up a pressure against the base of my cock as I began slowly fucking her mouth. Sensing the closeness of my orgasm, she moved off my dick.

"I want you both to come at the same time" she said, gently pushing me off her. She moved onto the floor, and bent over into a doggy position. I moved in front, and fed my cock back into her mouth, while Anneus positioned himself behind her, and began fucking. I could hear the slurping sound as his shaft pumped into her. By now she was wanking my cock expertly, while using her lips to pressure my helmet. I felt the come begin to rise in my testicles. Magda began to moan in Swedish, and pumped frantically at my cock as the jets of sperm began to spurt into her mouth. Anneus groaned, "Oh yes, I'm coming", and removing his cock wanked the spurts of come over Magda's back. Barely pausing to catch her breath, Magda rose from her haunches, and turned to lick Anneus's cock. Far from seeming sated by her double fucking, Magda was only getting warmed up.

"I want to feel you both inside me together", she said, looking straight at me while Anneus's cock pressed against her lips. The prospect caused an immediate response with Anneus. His flagging cock rose once more. Noticing that Anneus sported a good eight inch cock, much the same size as my own, caused me to comment to Magda "Do you really think you can take that much inside you?". Anneus replied. "Oh yes, she loves it. When she really gets hot she just cant get enough". "Lie over here", Magda instructed, positioning me on my back. Straddling me, she slowly eased her willing quim over my by now rock hard dick. Anneus moved behind her, and guided his cock above mine at the entrance to Magda's hungry hole. Magda was lying against my chest, her hard nipples pressing against me, with her bum angled upward. She moved her buttocks upward until my cock was barely inside her to enable Anneus to press his cock above mine. With a little thrust, Anneus managed to get a few inches of his dick inside her. Magda was moaning ecstatically by this time, as she pressed herself downward against my cock, gradually easing inch by inch inside her until, both our cocks were buried to the hilt.

I have never felt such at tight squeeze, made all the better by the rippling contractions Magda was performing with her stretched cunt muscles.

Gradually, as her wetness flowed, movement became easier, and Anneus began a slow fucking motion. I reached a hand underneath Magda's body, and felt for her clit. Her wetness was everywhere, soaking the sparse patch of pubic hair. I found her clit and began rubbing it. Magda started moaning in Swedish, which I didn't understand, although the gist was quite clear from the expression on her face. The pressure on my cock was becoming unbearable, and I began to thrust upwards, meeting Magda's downward pressure, just as I felt the come start to rise from my testicles.

This triggered Anneus, and I felt his cock pulsing against mine, as we both spurted our loads inside Magda's soaked, stretched cunt.

Her moans reached a wail, as she felt our jism shooting up inside her. Her vaginal muscles clenched around our cocks, milking the last drops of come, until finally Anneus slid his cock out, and collapsed backward onto the sofa.

Magda rose off me, careful to cover her snatch to prevent the double load of come from dripping out, and moved next to Anneus on the sofa, where she lay back, opening her legs wide apart, and dipping her fingers into her gaping, dripping quim, began to wank herself, sliding three fingers up to the knuckles between her pouting lips, and rubbing furiously at her clit with her other hand.

Her eyes were closed, and she moaned continuously as she enjoyed orgasm after orgasm until finally, with a shriek with must have made the neighbours wonder, her body spasmed, and she withdrew her fingers from her cunt.

Anneus disappeared to the kitchen to open another bottle of wine, and Magda moved next to where I was still lying on the carpet.

"What a big cock you have" she said in her strong Swedish accent, taking my limp member between her fingers, and massaging it gently. While we lay exhausted on the living room floor, the doorbell rang.

"I'll get it", shouted Anneus from the kitchen. I started reaching for some clothes, but Magda stopped me. "It's okay, its just Anna, and I'm sure she won't be embarrassed", she said with a knowing wink. Anneus entered the room with a petite blonde girl, "Anna, this is Milton, Milton this is Anna", he said by way of introduction. I rose to greet her, and we kissed on both cheeks.

Anna was around five six, in her mid twenties, with a mane of curly blonde hair which tumbled halfway down her back. She wore a short black skirt, dark stockings, and a smart black jacket over a white cotton shirt. She turned toward Magda who was still lying on the floor, "Magda, looks like you're being greedy again" she said laughing, as she removed her jacket. "Well, its your fault for having bad timing", Magda replied, "Look, Milton doesn't seem to like you very much", she said, smiling as she picked up my limp cock, and allowed it to fall back against my thigh. "Looks like we might have to put on a bit of a show to get these boys going again".

With that Magda, rose, and started to undress Anna. Anneus handed me a glass of wine, and sat down next to me, eyes keenly fixed on the show starting on the living room floor. Slowly, and sensuously Magda undressed Anna, until she stood in just her underwear.

A skimpy black G string and a matching lace bra. Kneeling in front of Anna, Magda began to peel the G string down her legs, exposing her pert pudenda, rimmed by a trim bush of blonde pubes.

Using two fingers, she carefully parted Anna's labial lips, exposing the deep red flesh of her cuntlet. Magda leaned forward, gently running her tongue along the open lips, until she arrived at the little bud of flesh at the apex of the open slit. Expertly Magda tongued Anna's cunt until the smaller girl began to moan encouragingly.

"Oh yes just there. No one gives head like you. Put your fingers inside me, I'm so close, don't stop now."

Both Anneus and I were standing firmly to attention by this time. Magda slipped her fingers out of Anna's by now dripping quim, and turned toward me.

"I think she's ready now, why don't you take over." I needed no second bidding, and rose to my feet to face Anna. Magda grasped my cock, and guided it to the waiting wet slit between Anna's legs. I had to bend my knees slightly, and then I was sliding up Anna's hot hole. She pressed against me, and began to rock back and forth against my cock, impaling herself with increasing intensity. I placed my hands about her buttocks, and lifted her off her feet. With her legs wrapped tightly around my hips, I could feel my cock pressing against the wall of her womb, as I slid her up and down on my cock.

Anneus had Magda on her hands and knees, and was fucking her from behind as both watched my cock sliding in and out of Anna's tight little pussy. Anna meanwhile was moaning in Swedish, as she came, in what appeared to be one continuous orgasm. I felt my legs start to tire from the strain of supporting Anna's writhing body, so I laid her on the carpet next to Magda and Anneus, careful not to dislodge my cock from inside her. Once on the floor, I kept on fucking her, slow strokes, reaching deep inside her. Magda rose from her haunches, and moved over Anna's face, spreading her legs to position her smooth, well oiled cuntlet above Anna's mouth. Magda's breast were just about level with my mouth, and I took one swollen nipple between my lips, and sucked the hard little bud. Anneus, feeling a little left out at this stage, moved behind Magda, and tried to slip his cock up her from the rear, but Anna was having none of it, grasping his cock, as it nestled at the entrance to Magda's cunt, and diverting it into her mouth.

Magda reached a hand forward, surrounding my cock as I was about to begin another stroke into Anna's dripping pussy, and I felt Magda's fingers try to slip inside Anna's cunt alongside my cock.

She succeeded in slipping three fingers between my cock and the stretched wall of Anna's pussy. The tightness was incredible, and once again I felt the gush of sperm start pulsing into Anna's cuntlet. Somehow Magda dislodged my still spurting cock from Anna's cunt, and wanked my come over her gaping pussy. After the last drops had been squeezed out, Magda rubbed my sperm furiously into Anna's quim, pushing two fingers knuckle deep inside, and then rubbing hard against her swollen clit, until Anna could take no more, and her body jerked spasmodically, in the throes of an uncontrollable orgasm. By this time Anneus was coming in Anna's mouth, and with the smell of sex like a mist around us, we all collapsed in a heap on the floor.

I spent the rest of the night at Anneus and Magda's home, and awoke the following morning to find Magda's lips around my cock.

When she realised I was awake, she said "Just my way of saying good-bye."

I have found a new, free sex game (new to me, not new to everyone). It is called Viva-Ponata.

If you have not heard of it, you can check it out at the following link:

If you use the link, I get credit for the referral (if you reach level 5), and I get 25 diamonds (which is a type of currency in the game).

The game is a sort of a sexual simulation game. You pick your name, you can earn money by performing various illegal acts (selling Viagra, stolen DVDs, turning tricks). And you also can enhance your appearance (which adds to your beauty, so you can get a better job, for instance). I am a fairly tame character in real life, so this allows me to let my hair down. I mean, I look forward to turning tricks – someone has to choose your ass among all the prostitutes working the streets.

I am by no means an expert at the game, but it is a fun diversion. If you want to try it, sign up (free), and write me or my online spouse. We can help you out.

Thursday, June 24, 2010

Girls just wanna have fun

Written by a man. by Hans Schmidlapp

I met Jane whilst enjoying a pint at my local pub.

I had noticed her there before, but she had always been with company. That night Melanie, my live in girlfriend, had phoned from work to say she would be back late, so we arranged to meet at the pub.

While waiting, I saw Jane about to leave with a girlfriend. "Buy you a drink?" I asked. She met my eye-contact, and with a smile agreed, saying a quick farewell to her friend before joining me at the bar. She had obviously had a few already, as the slightest hint of a slur was evident in her diction. All the while I was becoming increasingly aware of her sexuality. She wore a skirt, with a loosely fitting cotton top, through which I was able to see the outline of a tremendously firm pair of breasts, quite disproportionately large for her otherwise petite frame.

Before long the conversation turned to sex.

"Is that your wife I've seen you in here with?" she asked. To my confirmation of this she replied "She's very beautiful, does she fuck as good as she looks?".

"Well I think so, but of course I have no way of knowing if a woman would agree", I responded. "You mean she's never been with another woman?" Melanie asked with the mischievous glimmer of a smile, "And I thought you two looked so liberated". "Do you enjoy woman more than men?" I asked. "Well, not really. There's no substitute for cock, but making love to another woman can be good."

Just then, as if on cue, Melanie walked in. I introduced her to Jane, and they seemed to take to each other immediately. "God, I really need a drink" Mel said, "It's most definitely been one of those days."

By the time I had returned with the next round of drinks, the girls were engrossed in giggly conversation. I was slightly surprised by this, as Mel is usually a little reserved with strangers. As I sat down, I heard Jane asking Mel "Have you ever made love to a woman?"

"Not really" she replied, a glimmer of a smile crossing her lips.

"Well would you like to?" asked Jane, looking straight into Mel's eyes. Mel turned toward me. "Would you like me to invite Jane home with us?" she asked, with more than a touch of coy.

"Perhaps you could twist my arm" I replied, heart racing at the prospect.

We finished our drinks, and set off for home.

Mel led Jane indoors by the hand, and the two disappeared into the bathroom. I stood at the door watching as Mel sat on the edge of the bath and removed her shoes. Jane began undressing. Slipping the cotton blouse over her shoulders to reveal her breasts in all their splendour. Mel was transfixed.

"Are those real, or have you had a little help?" she asked. "All real" replied Jane, smiling, "Why don't you feel for yourself", with which she crossed her arms underneath her breasts, raising them to exaggerate her cleavage.

Mel rose on her stockinged feet, and reached a tentative hand toward Jane's right breast, cupping the underside, and rotating her palm against the round milky white flesh until her fingertips reached the small round burgundy coloured bud of nipple at the centre of Jane's aureole, which must have been a full two inches in diameter.

"They feel so smooth" commented Mel, warming to the task, as her other hand had by now begun to massage Mel's left breast.

Without interrupting Mel's ministrations, Jane unzipped her skirt, and allowed it to fall to the floor, to reveal the fact that no only was she was naked, but completely hairless as well. By this time my cock was thumping against my trousers in a way which demanded release.

Within moments I had undressed, and moved behind Mel to help her out of her clothes. Jane began unbuttoning Mel's blouse while I removed her skirt. Mel had lacy black underwear on, with a suspender belt supporting her sheer black stockings. As Mel's hand moved to release her stockings, Jane stopped her. "No, please leave them on. Just let me take your knickers off." with which Jane knelt in front of Mel, sliding her panties over her stockinged legs. Mel stepped out of her knickers, Jane remained on her knees in front of her, at eye level with Mel's now naked pussy.

"So you really are a natural blonde" she remarked on seeing the trim tuft between Mel's legs.

"I always think blondes taste better". Jane leaned forward, her tongue flickering along the inside of Mel's thigh, working her way toward the honey pot which lay in wait.

While this was going on, I stood behind Mel, pressing my cock against her behind while I massaged her breasts through her bra, keeping a keen eye over her shoulder at Jane's progress. I felt Mel's body tense as Jane reached her quim, and watched that flickering tongue trace circles around Mel's clit.

"God, your making me horny" Mel commented as her hands reached down to Jane's head, pressing her closer to the task at hand. Through her bra I could feel Mel's nipples become as hard as small marbles. Her whole body seemed to generate an electric pulse as she responded to Jane's attention. Pausing momentarily, Jane directed the proceedings.

"Why don't you sit here" she asked me, pointing to the side of the bath. I needed no second bidding. "Now you come with me" she directed Mel, her hands on Mel's hips as she guided her backwards toward me until my cock was conveniently positioned between her legs nudging the entrance to her quim.

Jane reached her hand around my cock, and slowly eased it between the lips of Mel's wet cunny, supporting Mel's weight with her other hand as she gently pushed her backward against me, nestling the helmet of my cock inside the entrance to Mel's cuntlet. "Now both of you stay like that" Jane instructed. She was on her knees in front of Mel, and I had a clear view as she leaned forward to lick her way around Mel's clit. While she did this her hands reached between our entwined legs to cup my testicles, and apply pressure in a way that required considerable self control to stop myself from coming right then.

Mel began to moan with pleasure. "Oh god, don't stop now, I'm going to come" she moaned, her cunt contracting spasmodically around my cock, as Jane's tongue wove its spell around her clit.

Unable to stop myself, I thrust my full length deep into Mel's dripping slit. Jane reacted instantly.

"I told you to stay in that position, and now you've blown it, so you'll just have to wait" she instructed playfully.

Moving both hands around Mel's hips, she lifted her off my cock, and led her out of the bathroom into the bedroom.

For a moment I sat dumfounded, looking at the swollen organ between my legs, and noticing how it shone with the wetness from Mel's pussy. By now the girls were lying on the bed. Jane had placed Mel on her back, with her legs held wide apart and was kneeling between them, tracing upward motions with her fingers, from Mel's ankles along her inner thighs, to arrive at her beckoning labia. For some time Jane kept this up, never quite going beyond a light brush against Mel's cunt, before returning to her feet to begin again.

I stayed at the door watching, until Jane looked up. "Do you want to taste how wet I've made her" she asked, moving backward to allow me to lean over in compliance.

Mel had her hands over her eyes, and her body seemed taut as a wired junkie. My lips pressed against the wiry blonde hairs, in search of her clitoris. When eventually I felt the small bud exposed to the pressure of my tongue, I felt Mel's body jerk in direct response. The smell of her sex was all consuming, as I reached lower with my tongue, licking the wetness along the lips of her labia, before pressing my face hard against her, burying my tongue inside her vagina.

The bucking motion of her thighs caused Jane to lean forward and press Mel's hips against the bed to prevent her dislodging me from the pursuit of my oral ministrations. I felt a pressure against my back. It was Jane pressing her body against me. Rubbing her breasts against my back, she spoke in a loud whisper. "Now it's my turn, Mel can wait a while, watching you do that to me".

Jane lay back, opening her legs below my face. Her cunt was a thing of true splendour. Her labia rose in a muscular pout to reveal her obscenely swollen labial lips, from which a visible line of wetness rolled with the dictates of gravity down over the brown circle of her butt. At the apex of the gash of flesh, Jane's clit stood erect. A small bud of white in a sea of deep red flesh. As my tongue touched it, I felt Jane's hands press the back of my head against her. This seemed an adequate cue for more pressure, so I began to vigorously circle her clit with my tongue, pausing occasionally to reach deep inside her to coat my tongue with her wetness, before returning to the circular motions on her clit. Mel by now, had worked herself underneath me, and I felt her hands guide my cock into her mouth. She knew how close I was to coming, and took care not to spend too long making contact. In a surprisingly formal voice, Mel asked "I want you to spunk inside Jane's pussy so that I can lick your come out of her." I positioned myself between Jane's legs without much difficulty, and found her hand waiting to guide my cock between her wet lips. I felt the hot walls of her cunt clutch my cock, and I thrust forward as sharply as I could, pressing my cock hard against the wall of her womb, in a desperate quest to thrust as many times as possible before the imminent orgasm which I knew to be seconds away. Time seemed to blur in slow motion as I felt jet after jet of sperm shoot into the depths of Jane's cunt.

I must have passed out for awhile, because when I next opened my eyes I was on my back against the pillows. In front of me on the bed, Mel was lying on top of Jane, who was facing the other way, her head buried between Jane's legs. Mel was using her hands to spread Jane's cunt lips as wide as possible, to enable her tongue to reach deep inside to retrieve the remnants of come which she hadn't already used to lick around Jane's clit and labia. Moving myself along the bed, I saw Jane was giving in equal measure as she pressed Mel's bottom to bring more pressure to bear between her tongue and Mel's mound. I moved behind Mel's bottom, and bending my knees was able to press my cock against Mel's cunt, directly above Jane's mouth. Soon Jane began to alternate between running her tongue along the full length of my shaft, and pressing against the well oiled nub of Mel's clit.

Her hands guided my cock between Mel's cunt lips. As I began to build up a thrusting motion, Jane was struggling frantically to match our rhythm with her tongue darting about Mel's clit. The intense double pressure of my cock thrusting into her, and Jane's tongue against her clit brought Mel to another shuddering climax. Momentarily I slipped out of her glistening snatch, lowering my aim toward Jane's mouth. She willingly swallowed my length, using her tongue to press the underside of my cock firmly against the roof of her throat. After of few strokes into Jane's mouth, I removed my cock, and re-entered Mel's waiting wetness. Mel's cunt seemed to be wide open. Her pussy lips had parted to almost an oval, and her wetness trickled in a steady stream, smearing Jane's lips and face. The alternation went on for some time. Fucking Mel's dripping quim, and Jane's mouth, until I could stand it no more, and with a gasp of unrestrained pleasure, I felt the forces of orgasm rise up and assume command. As I felt the warm gush of semen gush deep inside Mel's quim, Jane grasped my spurting cock with her hands, and guided me back to her mouth, where the last jets of milky come added to the abundance of sex juices smeared around her lips. My hard on seemed to last for ever, and after Jane had squeezed out the last drops of come, she guided me back inside Mel, who by now was whimpering with unabated pleasure. Taking the initiative once more, Jane extracted herself from beneath Mel. "I want you to lie on your back now" she directed me. Mel protested. "No don't stop, I'm about to come again", but Jane was having none of it, pushing me backward to dislodge my cock.

No sooner was I lying on my back than Jane was astride me, guiding my cock between the hairless lips of her pouting wet labia, and sinking my shaft deep inside her. As she rode me, her fingers kept up a frantic rubbing on her clit, and her moans became deafening. Mel had recovered herself somewhat by now, and had moved to position herself facing Jane, whilst squatting to position her soaked snatch over my face. The electric eroticism as I tasted Mel's sweet come while feeling the exotic ting of Jane's pussy slipping up and down my cock was quite indescribable. Mel was more turned on than I'd ever seen before. The lips of her labia were obscenely swollen, and her entire vagina seemed to have developed a life of its own.

Mel's hands were massaging Jane's enormous tits, and pulling hard at her erect nipples. "I'm going to come" wailed Jane. The contractions of her pussy intensified, gripping my cock in a fist like fashion. Once more I felt the sperm rise out of my testicles, and pulse in spurts deep inside Jane's willing pussy. "Why don't you lie back here", Mel gestured to Jane, who rose off the rubbery remains of my erection, covering her open hole with the palm of one hand to prevent the spunk from dripping out. Jane lay on her back, opening her legs to invite Mel's attention to her dripping quim. Mel was quick to respond, replacing Jane's hand with her own. With a delicate fingertip she traced the line of semen that threatened to trickle out of Jane's open cunny, and tenderly spread it about, using the mix of our come as a lubricating oil to apply increasing pressure to Jane's mound with the palm of her hand.

Jane's moans increased in intensity. "Fuck me with your fingers" she begged Mel. Holding Jane's slit open with one hand, Mel inserted two fingers into the beckoning wetness, and leaning forward, began licking lightly around Jane's clit while her fingers pursued their fucking motion. Jane's hips began to buck and gyrate as she moaned her way through orgasm after orgasm, coating Mel's mouth with the translucent sheen of her wetness. "Don't stop now" cried Jane, as Mel withdrew her fingers.

Jane's disappointment was short lived. Mel moved to position her cunt between Jane's legs, placing a leg on either side of Jane's, pressing her matted pubes against Jane's slit. "Oh yes" said Jane, as Mel's pubes rubbed against her clit, and she began returning the pressure till both girls reached a fucking rhythm.

My cock was rock hard from the sight of this. "Fuck her tits" Mel instructed me, without breaking her rhythm. Rising to straddle Jane's waist, I pressed her tits together to create a sluice of flesh into which I pressed my cock. Jane was teasing her nipples mercilessly as I pounded my length between her breasts. Holding my cock with one hand, I traced small circles with the tip around Jane's nipples, and then moved forward to rub the helmet against her lips. Her tongue rose to meet me, titillating the underside of my helmet with exquisite delicacy. The girls had now found their cunt rubbing exercise to be a little frustrating, and Mel suggested an alternative . "Come behind us and fuck us both in turn" she suggested. As I moved off Jane, Mel placed a pillow under her waist, raising her mound to a convenient angle, and spreading Jane's legs as widely apart as possible.

Mel then stretched herself face down over Jane's back, and opened her own legs equally wide.

Their cunt's were within inches of each other as I knelt between their legs and slipped John Thomas between Mel's cunt lips. A few thrusts later, I slipped out of Mel, and slid the full length of my by now rampant, cock into Jane's quivering wetness. Jane's cunt felt as tight a fist wrapped around my cock, despite the fact that I was covered in both Mel's wetness as well as her own. With the smell of sex hanging like a cloud in the room, it only took a few thrusts before I felt the floodgates open once more. Grasping my cock with my right hand, I withdrew from inside Jane, and spurted my come over the lips of her cunt, before adjusting my aim to do the same for Mel. The sight of my spunk dripping between the two open snatches before me induced an orgasm of such intensity, that I suspect I passed out for awhile.

When I awoke, Jane was gone, Mel was asleep beside me, and my cock ached with exquisite pain.

I have found a new, free sex game (new to me, not new to everyone). It is called Viva-Ponata.

If you have not heard of it, you can check it out at the following link:

If you use the link, I get credit for the referral (if you reach level 5), and I get 25 diamonds (which is a type of currency in the game).

The game is a sort of a sexual simulation game. You pick your name, you can earn money by performing various illegal acts (selling Viagra, stolen DVDs, turning tricks). And you also can enhance your appearance (which adds to your beauty, so you can get a better job, for instance). I am a fairly tame character in real life, so this allows me to let my hair down. I mean, I look forward to turning tricks – someone has to choose your ass among all the prostitutes working the streets.

I am by no means an expert at the game, but it is a fun diversion. If you want to try it, sign up (free), and write me or my online spouse. We can help you out.

Wednesday, June 23, 2010

The Jacuzzi

Written by a woman.
Sarah from Surrey.

She had been on her own for a couple of weeks now and enforced celibacy definitely did not suit her, she had decided resolutely, particularly when the last few months had been a delightful journey of exciting discovery of new emotions and previously unattainable heights.

Its just a state of mind she had persuaded herself and ploughed headfirst into the day to day routines, in the hope that the ensuing days might pass more quickly. It was Friday, the end of a pressurized week at the office, time to unwind, yet little to look forward to over the weekend without her man. Still, she had sighed, mustering up as much positive energy as she could, its an ideal opportunity for a workout at the gym and perhaps a swim afterwards.

She pushed herself to extremes in the gym, promising herself the benefits of a slender, toned body as a reward for her efforts. The perspiration soaked through her leotard, drawing a distinctive line around her breasts and down her spine. 'I deserve a relaxing soak in the Jacuzzi' she thought, peeling the damp clothes from her body and slipping into her swimwear. A tepid shower to cool her body temperature before dextrously slipping into the Jacuzzi. It was as hot as a bath and the bubbles were effervescing with a greater intensity than she had noticed before.

She inched herself over to one corner and settled down to her own private thoughts. She recalled the many times they had sat together at this very spot, their legs entwined beneath the water level, concealed by the foam. As she mentally redefined his body, she felt warm pangs of arousal emerge from inside her. How she longed for him to be beside her now.... A violent water jet was massaging the small of her back, kneading into the skin, persistent, relaxing. She shifted her position to allow this particular jet to pulsate against one buttock, then the other. She imagined it was him massaging him with warm, strong hands, moistened with oil.

Further aroused, she gently adjusted herself to obtain the maximum benefit of this sensation. The water was forcing itself between her buns (see this is an American version), creating a tingling, numbing effect. Unconsciously, she tilted her pelvis backwards and gasped involuntarily and the torrential movement gushed between her thighs, brushing her labia apart.

The contrast in feeling was exquisite; the water was so gentle against her most intimate parts, yet its perpetual force was gently increasing her arousal. Suddenly, she remembered where she was and hastily glanced around to ensure she had no spectators. No, there were just a couple of individuals crawling up and down the pool, minding their own business. Fortunately the pool was dimly lit to provide a relaxing environment, so she just might be able to enjoy her fantasy without detection. Smiling to herself, she tilted her pelvis even further backwards so that the water was hammering against her clitoris. The walls of her insides began to contract and release, willing the sensation along. And all the while, she struggled to maintain a composed appearance above the water level.

The force of the jet had displaced the crotch of her swimming costume, enabling her to experience the erotic experience first hand. She managed to position herself so that she could imagine a watery penis was penetrating her, pummelling her vaginal walls, bouncing off her cervix. By this point, she was struggling to maintain her composure so bowed her head and closed her eyes to concentrate on the orgasm that was rapidly welling up inside her. She longed to moan, to call out but dare not.

Instead, with amazing concentration she managed to isolate the feeling to within her and, by slowing contracting and drawing up, she experienced what could only be described as an internal volcano, erupting deep within her, its molten lava exploding in all directions, reaching the top of her head and the tips of her toes.

Amazingly, she managed to remain perfectly still and totally silent throughout this mind blowing experience, however she noticed her body trembling a little as she came down from its peak. Wow! she exclaimed. That was different. She allowed herself to recover for a few minutes more, then hoisted herself out and headed for a cool shower. As the cool water caressed her body, she noticed a warm trickle down the inside of her thighs. How can that be? she puzzled. There had been no man ejaculating inside her. Had she experienced her own?

Dressing at a leisurely pace, she reflected on this new experience and resolved to phone her man immediately she returned home to share her discovery.

I have found a new, free sex game (new to me, not new to everyone). It is called Viva-Ponata.

If you have not heard of it, you can check it out at the following link:

If you use the link, I get credit for the referral (if you reach level 5), and I get 25 diamonds (which is a type of currency in the game).

The game is a sort of a sexual simulation game. You pick your name, you can earn money by performing various illegal acts (selling Viagra, stolen DVDs, turning tricks). And you also can enhance your appearance (which adds to your beauty, so you can get a better job, for instance). I am a fairly tame character in real life, so this allows me to let my hair down. I mean, I look forward to turning tricks – someone has to choose your ass among all the prostitutes working the streets.

I am by no means an expert at the game, but it is a fun diversion. If you want to try it, sign up (free), and write me or my online spouse. We can help you out.

Tuesday, June 22, 2010

The Price of the Game. Chapter 2

Written by a woman.

Pat Smylie was beside himself with excitement.

From his vantage point in the attic he'd seen Collette enter her bedroom in her dressing gown, and strip off. As she stretched her naked body, he'd shot some excellent close-ups, being careful to make no sudden movement which might draw her attention to his presence. When he saw Robert enter the room, his joy was complete. Pausing only to reload the camera, he captured the entire session in a series of photographs which could not have been more detailed even if he had been in the room with them.

On the bed below, Robert had rolled off Collette, leaving her lying spent on her back, his semen forming a white trail oozing out of her swollen red gash. She rose on her elbow and took his flagging member into her mouth, where the redness of her lipstick formed a striking contrast against the alabaster white of his cock as she licked the wetness from the vermilion helmet which jerked spasmodically in sympathy with her ministrations.

Gradually she began taking more of his length into her mouth, until his entire shaft had disappeared from view. His hand had found its way to her cunny, and began rubbing the remains of his ejaculation around the smoothness of her labia, occasionally inserting two fingers deep inside of her.

Their passion reached a climax once more, and Pat saw quite clearly the jerking of Roberts cock as he shot his come into Collette's willing mouth.

Her hand was around the base of his cock, as if trying to pump out every last drop of come.

When finally she lifted her face from his groin, she moved to position herself above his head, bringing her quim down neatly over his waiting mouth.

For what seemed like an age to Pat Smylie, Collette gyrated and ground her cunny over Roberts mouth, his tongue darting about her privates like a manic snake, pushing her clitoris out of its little hood, and then disappearing to its full length up her vagina, which by now was generating a steady flow of wetness which coated Roberts mouth, and ran down his chin in an effervescent sheen. Her pleasure was evident as she pressed her hands against his head, trying to pull him ever deeper inside her.

Eventually he was able to take no more. Roughly he pushed her off his chest, and onto her back.

Within seconds had mounted her thrusting vigorously, as her legs came up around his shoulders, enabling him to penetrate her with the full length of his well worn cock.

Her hand reached behind her buttocks where having realised that her advanced state of wetness was affording him no friction at all, she applied her fingers to the task of squeezing his cock as it repeatedly forced its way up her welcoming cuntlet.

Finally they came once more, with a groan which was audible through the double glazing which seperated them from Pat Smylie and his camera.

Pat set to packing up his equipment.

He had shot four rolls of film, and was now anxious to get home to develop them. There was also the matter of the attending the tremendous arousal the events of the past hour had caused.

Sally Smylie was washing up in the kitchen when Pat arrived home.

She turned to greet him.

'Hi luv'. He smiled the tight lipped grimace which was the closest he ever came to showing her affection, and slipped an arm around her waist.

'The washing up will have to wait', he said, working his hand up beneath her skirt.

'Pat, the kids will be back any minute, what are you playing at'.

He paid no attention to her, pulling roughly at her arm, he led her through to the living room, and pushed her back onto the couch. Within seconds he had dropped his trousers, and pulled her cotton briefs down past the ample expanse of her thighs. She resigned herself to the inevitable, and lay back, opening her legs to reveal the thick black mat of pubic hair which curled almost up to her belly. He drew himself on top of her, and parting her labia with two fingers, thrust himself inside her. She gasped in the pain her dry state caused her, but this had no effect.

'Pat, your hurting me', she wailed.

He thrust more brutally, fucking her with all the bitterness that his heart felt. It was over in minutes, a squirt of milky come, and he dismounted, turning his back on her as he pulled up his trousers.

She lay back, wondering what had brought this on, as she wiped up the semen that was running out of her, with a kitchen towel.

A few hours later Pat Smylie knew true happiness for the first time. The photographs were better than he'd expected. He selected five choice shots for his next move. One close up of Collette's face, with Roberts cock brushing her lips, her tongue clearly visible on the underside of his straining penis. Another of her lying on her back, legs spread-eagled, with a thick stream of semen running out from between the open lips of her swollen cuntlet.

All the pictures showed her face, and some or other part of Roberts body. Storing the negatives in a safe place, he placed the five copies in an envelope, and set off for Greyspoke manor in his panel van. Pat thought as he drove, but the excitement of the moment, and his inexperience as a top class blackmailer were becoming evident. No clear plan emerged by the time he reached the gates of Greyspoke, and he resolved to play it by ear. See what the bitch suggests. One thing he was sure of.

He wouldn't let this little lot go for less than a lot, and he'd recognise that when he saw it.


Aletta answered the door when he knocked.

'Id like a word with the missus', he announced with more confidence than he'd felt in a long time.

'I'll see if I can find her'. Aletta replied, leaving him waiting in the hallway.

She returned within minutes.

'She says what do you want'.

'I'd like to talk to her now. Tell her it's urgent'.

Without replying, Aletta returned to the library, where Collette was sitting reading.

'He says its urgent ma'am'.

'Very well then Aletta, show him in', she instructed, more irritated than curious. Pat Smylie appeared at the library door.

'Yes, what is it that can't wait till next Wednesday' she asked in the tone of voice reserved for those especially recalcitrant members of staff.

'I think you'd best pour yourself a stiff drink', he suggested, relishing the euphoria of the moment. Collette simply stood silently, instinctively aware of the menace posed by the repulsive figure before her, trying to compose her response to a situation quite out of the ordinary.

'I think you had better explain yourself' she ordered in an icy monotone.

'No darling, I think its you who'll have to do some explaining to your husbands City friends when they see these'.

Casually, he handed her the manilla envelope. Still standing, Collette opened the flap and withdrew the five ten by twelve prints.

Her heart stopped, and the room seemed to start a slow clockwise spin.

She turned unsteadily, and sat in the sofa.

It was like a dream, looking at the details of her sex so clinically displayed. In a voice suddenly stripped of all its former arrogance she spoke without looking at him.

'What do you want?'

'I'll tell you what I want', he replied, 'I want you to suck my cock better than I've ever had before, and then just maybe I'll be able to forget the way you've been treating me long enough to decide what we're going to do about our little secret'.

Without waiting for her reply he moved in front of her and unzipped his trousers, allowing them to fall about his ankles, and positioning his limp member level with her face.

The shock of the past few minutes had thrown Collette completely.

Her thoughts blurred and without making the decision, she reached for his cock, cupping his testicles with one hand, and running the nails of her other hand along its length. The obscenity of her situation had a curiously stimulating effect, and gradually she found an escape from the unbearable reality of what was happening by focussing on the task to hand.

By now his cock stood out at half mast. She leaned forward, running her tongue along the underside of his helmet, feeling him pulse in her hands as he became fully erect. He reached both hands behind her head and pressed her firmly toward him, forcing her to take his full length into her mouth. She almost gagged at the feeling of his cock rubbing the back of her throat. Using the pressure of his hands behind her head, and the thrusting motion of his hips, he found a rhythm with which to fuck her mouth. She kept a hand about his testicles, squeezing the hairy sack while her other hand encircled the base of his cock.

As she felt the contracting of his scrotum warning of his imminent orgasm, he pulled her head backward with a firm fistful of her hair, and with his other hand started wanking his cock as the spurts of semen jetted out. Collette closed her eyes as she felt what seemed like a never ending series of spurts of come splatter about her face. To her horror she felt her own body responding, and she experienced a tremor of her own orgasm as she tasted the silken saltiness of his sperm as it trickled into her mouth. With a loud moan of pleasure he thrust his still spurting member back into her mouth.

'Suck me you bitch' he ordered as he thrust his full length inside her.

She responded by pressing her tongue against the underside of his cock, by now very slippery with the combination of his sperm and her saliva. For minutes after the last drops of semen had stopped flowing he kept up his pumping motion until his hardness began to disappear, and only then he pushed her back onto the sofa where she lay, too shocked to move. He stepped back, and began doing up his trousers. Looking at her lying there, traces of his come still lining her face, and her normally immaculate hair a tangled mess, Pat Smylie felt he had at last touched the raw nerve of life's happiness.

He moved over to the bar, poured two liberal measures of whiskey into two crystal tumblers and carried one to her. She sat as he had left her, eyes wide open staring into space. Too numb to even recognise her vanity and go to the bathroom to wipe the evidence of her recent debauch from her face.

She seemed to snap out of her mood as she took the tumbler from him. She knocked the drink back in one swift motion and waited for him to speak. 'You know what will happen if these photo's do the rounds do you. Your husband will have a hard time explaining to the Queen when he gets his Knighthood'.

He knocked back his drink, and moved back toward the bar.

'So what do we do now?' he spoke, almost as if to himself.

'What do you think this would be worth to you?'

He poured another large measure of whiskey, and drank it in a brave gulp.

He felt elated. The alcohol combined with the sensation of power he had never experienced before fuelled his irrationality. He turned toward her, his eyes ablaze with improvised confidence.

' I'll tell you what the negatives will cost you' .

He paused for effect,' You give me half a million pounds, and you're clear. I'll give you a week to do it.'

Placing the tumbler back on the bar, he turned to leave. 'I'll be back in one week'.

Collette heard the front door close as he let himself out.


Friday night dinner at Greyspoke followed the usual pattern.

Aletta served dinner at eight as usual. Michael had arrived home at seven, as usual for a Friday, and after a shower and a change of clothes still had fifteen minutes to enjoy an aperitif with Collette prior to dinner.

They shared the usual small talk, and over dinner while watching Michael eating, Collette realised the extent of her problem. This was something she could never explain to Michael in the hope that he might be understanding and forgive her.

'You seem somewhat preoccupied my dear, is something the matter?', he asked over coffee.

'Yes actually' she replied on impulse.

'I think I need a couple of weeks in the sun. Miriam and I were talking about how nice it would be to spend some time together at their villa in Ibisa. Would you miss me awfully?'.

By the time Michael reached the end of the fine bottle of red he was drinking, he had agreed, and by ten on Monday morning Collette had arranged a two week trip to Spain. She desperately needed time to think.

Pat Smylie had his plan worked out as he turned into the driveway of Greyspoke. He believed Collette would be able to come up with fifty thousand pound's, and her relief at not having to find the unrealistic figure of half a million would be such that she would surely agree. Fifty thousand would do nicely . He could just see it. He also envisaged another fuck before he handed over the negatives. Getting her to bend over and shoving it to her doggy style. He felt the pulse in his loins at the thought.

He reached the front door and rung the bell. Aletta opened.

'Please let Mrs Pemberton know I'm here,' he asked.

'I'm afraid the madam is away in Spain.' she replied.

Pat felt a flash of anger.

'When is she back,' he asked, trying to conceal his fury.

'Don't know' replied Aletta, 'She said she would phone her instructions to me and I'm just to mind the house till she gets back.'

Pat drove away in a state of advanced agitation.

What is the bitch playing at he wondered to himself. Did she think he would just disappear?

As he drove, a new plan became clear. Michael Pemberton was about to find out a thing or two about his wife, and just for good measure the price would now go up to seventy five thousand for the additional aggravation this delay was causing. His new resolve brought back the warm glow of the past few days.

He headed for home to check up on the address of Michaels work.

By the time Pat Smylie had found the Kensington office's of City Mercantile, and parked his van, it was already after eight in the evening. As luck would have it a couple of executives were leaving the building just as Pat approached the entrance, and he was able to enter the building without announcing his presence.

There was no-one at the reception, and scanning the display in the lobby he soon found what he was looking for.

Michael Pemberton, Vice President, Suite A, 17'th Floor.

Pat exited the lift on the seventeenth floor, and made his way to the reception area of Suite A. The secretarial office marked 'Sylvie Spenser' was empty, although Pat noticed the computer was still turned on. He stood looking around for awhile, beginning to think that he had obviously missed Michael Pemberton and would have to return the following day, when he heard sounds emanating from behind the door at the back of the office.

He entered the office and made his way across the room to the door at the rear. The sounds became more clear. The unmistakable moan of a woman in a state of sexual arousal.

Carefully he tried the handle on the door. It was unlocked. Spurred on by his recently acquired bravado he pushed the door open a few inches. Looking into the room he was greeted by the sight of a man's naked buttock's. A woman was lying on her back over the desk, and the man was standing at the side, pumping vigorously into her. In a flash Pat realised that this was in fact Michael Pemberton putting in a few hours of overtime with his secretary. He withdrew silently, closing the door behind him. What to do next? Almost as if by providence, his eye fell on a camera lying on the secretaries desk. He seized it and checked the film. Only five shots used. By now his pulse was racing. He made a quick recce of the area in preparation for a quick getaway, and with camera at the ready he silently re-entered the room. He knew that once the flash went off he would have mere second's to escape, and prepared himself accordingly, moving slightly to one side of the room.

On the table before him things were clearly almost at an end. The woman was bucking energetically on the table, her breath coming in sharp moans. He had a firm grip on her hips as he held her down to prevent her movement's dislodging his member.

'Oh, I can feel you so deep inside me' she wailed,

'I want to feel your come inside me'. The pace of his thrusts increased, and suddenly his grunts of pleasure signalled the arrival of his orgasm.

Neither seemed to notice the flash as Pat Smylie shot his first picture.

Time seemed to stand still as he watched the scene before him through the lens of the camera. Pemberton suddenly realised what was happening and turned toward Pat, causing his still spurting cock to pop out of the red gash beneath him.

Pat held his position, snapping as quickly as the camera would allow.

'What the hell', roared Pemberton, as the women's face appeared in the picture, conveniently positioned for the camera directly above the sperm lined gash of her still pouting pussy.

Turning on his heels Pat made his escape, running straight to the stairwell rather than risking the wait for the elevator, and spurred by the adrenalin of it all, he succeeded in making it to the ground floor and out of the building without being apprehended.

Within minutes he was in his van, and heading for home.

Pat Smylie couldn't believe his good fortune as he looked at the five photographs before him. One of the shots actually captured a spurt of semen jetting out of Pembertons cock in the direction of the open cunt before him, with the expression of bewilderment clearly evident as he faced the camera. There was no mistaking his identity, nor that of the woman on the table next to him.

Pat felt quite giddy with the elation of it all.

By the next day Pat's new plan had emerged, and he began his preparations.

Duplicates of the photo's, along with a typed letter would be in Michael Pembertons hands by nightfall.

The letter read -

'If you want the negatives, have one million pounds in used notes ready in one week. I will contact you to arrange the transfer.'

With his barter mentality, Pat Smylie reasoned that asking for a million would make Pemberton far more likely to agree to a lesser sum at their next contact.


The past week had been a nightmare for Michael Pemberton.

After considering all the options, he had attached the blame to Sylvie.

In the back of his mind he suspected her involvement in the set up. How else would the blackmailing photographer have known to be there.

Still it was difficult.

He couldn't fire her, and that made it worse.

Coming in every day and seeing her there.

Finally, after due consideration, he decided to pay the bastard off.

One million would stretch him to the limit, but the alternative would be worse. As he sat at his desk, having finally decided on the best scenario, he suddenly felt the need to relieve his frustration.

He reached for the intercom.

'Sylvie, please come in', he asked.

The door opened, and she entered.

'Lock the door Sylvie' he said, rising from his seat. She responded, and crossed the room toward him. She was dressed in a knee length skirt, and a matching black top.

'Lift up your skirt, I want to see what you're wearing' he ordered.

Silently she complied, revealing a pair of black lace french cami-knickers. He moved toward her, his fingers brushing the crotch of her panties to one side and finding their way into the warm gash between her legs. She succumbed instantly, leaning forward against his body, and moving her legs apart to facilitate his movements. He slipped two fingers inside her, pressing hard against her pubis. She turned her face upward toward him, but he resisted her attempt to kiss him. Instead he pressed his face against her neck, biting her skin, breathing in the scent of her perfume. She began to moan, moving her crutch to meet the pressure of his fingers. 'Bend over the table' he ordered in a hoarse voice. She moved to the desk, and spreading her legs apart, rested her chest on the leather table top. He moved behind her. His erection was hurting by now. He undid his belt and dropped his trousers to the floor. His cock stood out like a flagpole before him. He reached for the hem of her dress and pulled it up over her thighs. His hand moved between her legs, pulling the gusset of her panties to one side as he slipped two fingers inside her damp cuntlet. Holding her open with one hand, he pressed his cock into the warm cleft of flesh. Entering her slowly, moving in an inch, and then withdrawing till the tip nudged against her labia before driving slightly further with each return thrust. After what seemed like an age he had his full length inside her. His fingers worked in small circles around her clitoris, rubbing the little bud till her moans signalled the arrival of her orgasm. Her cunt contracted in pulsing waves of pleasure as he began to thrust deep and hard against her, causing the heavy table to move slightly with each push. Her moans became one continuous wail as he finally let go and felt the warm jets of semen spurting deep into her womb.

Exhausted he collapsed on top of her, still holding his deflating dick inside her until finally it dropped out from her soaked snatch followed by a gush of their combined fluids which fell with a resonant plopping sound onto the wooden floor.

His usual reserve in asserting his desire to dominate women was overridden by his feeling that his present predicament was directly attributable to her negligence, and as such he could command her to obey his every whim.

'I want you to lick my cock clean' he instructed as he stood up, 'and then I want you to lick my come of the floor'. His tone of voice left no room for misinterpretation.

She turned to look at him, and meekly went on her knees in front of him, taking his flaccid member into her mouth, and sucking as if it were the nectar of life itself.

'Now clean that of the floor' he said, pointing to the small circle of semen next to the desk.

Slowly she turned on her knees, trembling with the feelings his degrading dominance was causing her, and leaned forward, running her tongue along the sticky whiteness as if she were licking an ice cream. The sight of this caused his cock to start hardening again.

By the time she had removed all trace of the come from the floor, he was hard again.

As she turned to look for his approval, he grasped her hair, pulling her face over his cock, and forcing his full length inside her mouth.

'Seeing as you like the taste of my come so much, perhaps you'd better have some more' he said.

Her hands reached for his cock, grasping the base, her fingers circling tightly around the thick shaft, wanking him into her mouth.

Her tongue darting in wide circles around the helmet of his cock until he could stand no more, and she felt the warm jets of sperm gush against the back of her throat. Still she kept licking and sucking, until sure that he had spent his last drop, and only then he released the pressure on the back of her head.

He reached for his trousers, leaving her still kneeling.

'You can go now' he said in his business like monotone.

When Pat Smylie's correspondence reached Michael Pemberton the following week, he opted for decisive action.

He prepared a contract giving him legal title to the photographs in question, with which he would be able to sue his blackmailer in the event of further attempts at publication. Then he requested a further week to come up with the money, as one million pounds in cash takes a little longer.

Finally he returned his correspondence as instructed, and set about the transfer of his savings from Gibraltar. By drawing on all his reserves, he calculated that he would just about squeeze through.

Collette had been arrived back from Spain with just a glowing tan to help mask the inner anxiety she felt. The feeling of terror at having her entire existence threatened had not diminished with the passing of time. She still had no plan of action and sometimes imagined that the whole thing was a bad dream.

The sound of Alettas voice announcing the arrival of Pat Smylie reminded her that it wasn't.

'Show him in' she instructed helplessly.

Pat Smylie waited for Aletta to leave, before closing the door to the living room and turning to face Collette.

'Your jerkin me around lady, and I don't like that. I told you what would happen if you...'

Collette interupted.

'Stop right there. You've got something I want, and I'm prepared to do a deal with you. So lets just get to the bottom line. I could go to the Police and have you arrested for blackmail, but I'm prepared to try it another way. I will get hold of the half million you asked for, but I need at least a week, and secondly, If you ever come back for more, I will have to hand it over to the Police, so I will need more than just your assurance that you will be giving me the negatives and any copies you might have made. So, you come back one week today, I'll have the money, and you'll have the negatives. Do we understand each other?'

Pat Smylie didn't trust himself to say anything, and for some time just stood looking at her. She was dressed in a striking black two piece outfit, with matching black high heeled shoes. The skirt reached to her knees, and beneath it the curves of her shapely legs were highlighted by the sheer stockings she wore.

He felt a pulse of movement in his loins as his body responded to her very feminine qualities.

Suddenly he felt reckless.

'Right, I'll agree to all that, but theres one more thing', he paused, his confidence rising in equal measure with the erection straining his trousers.

'I want to seal our deal with a little gesture of good faith.

I'm going to fuck you good and proper, but first I want to see the same show you gave Robert.'

Collette could hardly believe her ears. Her first instinct was to tell this horrible smelly man to get out and never return.

While she composed herself to respond she became aware of a far more sinister instinct. For some reason the sheer dominance of his position, and the sheer helplessness of her own had a startling effect on her sexuality. She felt her nipples harden against the lace fabric of her bra, and the tingle of sexual anticipation between her legs.

Without saying a word, and feeling helpless beyond repair, she started unbuttoning her blouse, keeping her eyes fixed firmly on the floor. She removed the blouse to reveal her full breasts, beautifully restrained in a black lace bra, the erect nipples straining against the see-through fabric.

She reached for the buttons of her skirt, and it too followed the blouse onto the nearby sofa.

She now stood before Pat's hungry gaze in her underwear.

Black suspenders matching the skimpy black panties which barely concealed the swollen outline of her labia.

Her lithe frame, beautifully set of by her recently acquired tan was no longer her own, but had become an instrument for Pat Smylies pleasure.

He moved forward, reaching for the elastic of her panties, pulling them down her legs to reveal her trim pussy. She felt his hot breath on her inner thighs as his hands reached behind her, grasping and kneading the flesh of her buttocks. His mouth reached the hairless folds of flesh encapsulating the bud of her clitoris, and with a deft motion, his tongue unsheathed the little red button of pleasure.

She felt her legs shake with the intensity of the waves of pleasure which washed over her.

His hands reached lower, allowing his fingertips to grasp the outer lips of her labia, which he then pulled apart, exposing her completely to the ministrations of his tongue.

He pressed his face hard against her open wetness, his tongue reaching deep inside her tube while his nose ground ceaselessly against her clit.

'Fuck me please' she moaned, 'I need to feel your cock inside me'.

He rose from his kneeling position, his cock standing at full mast before him. Collette reached for it, pulling him toward her, and guiding him to her waiting quim. As soon as the tip entered the fleshy folds of her cunt, she thrust against him, encunting the full length of his member. She rubbed her breasts hard against his hairless chest as they ground their hips together, her nipples hard as small marbles.

He felt the imminence of his orgasm, and abruptly withdrew. 'Bend over against the sofa' he instructed.

She moved to the sofa, raising her buttocks provocatively to reveal her swollen wet pussy, her head buried in the cushions on the sofa, waiting for his final assault. He moved into position behind her, using his hand to rub the tip of his cock along the length of her slit, allowing the round end of his helmet to enter her wetness, but not pressing any further.

Her moans increased each time his cock brushed against her clit. Finally he inserted two fingers inside her, stretching her wide open as he pressed forward, burying the full length of his member inside her.

It took no more than a few strokes before she felt the warm spurts of his orgasm pulsing in the steamy depths of her well worn cunt, and was overcome by the most intense orgasm of her experience.


Things moved fast for Pat Smylie over the next few weeks.

Michael Pemberton had, much to his surprise, come through with the money, and received the negatives and photographs as arranged. Thus Pat Smylie found himself sitting in his loft conversion with a briefcase containing one million pounds in used fifty pound notes. The afternoon after having collected the money from Michael Pemberton, he arrived at Greyspoke to see Collette. Aletta answered the door, and showed him through to the library where Collette was waiting.

Minutes later Pat Smylie left with another briefcase containing half a million.

Back at the loft conversion, his mind was working overtime. Something strange was happening to Pat Smylie. He had money beyond his wildest dreams, and yet he felt an aching need he couldn't quite identify.

The longer he sat, gazing at the wads of cash, the more aware of his unhappiness he became, and the more frequently images of Collette penetrated his conciousness.

Michael Pemberton sat at his desk scarcely able to believe the memo in front of him. Somehow Collette had drawn half a million from the Gibraltar account in the same week that he had drawn a million. That left the account out by half a million, and the bank screaming for an answer. All this coming a day after the news of a major reversal in Michael's current project, a seventy million pound account, made gloomy seem an upward motion.

Back at Greyspoke Collette was doing some soul searching of her own. Michael would be furious about the half million, but she believed he would eventually forgive her and life would return to normal. What she was less sure of was the appeal of a return to normal. A spark had been lit in her quest for excitement and she remained unsure of her options.

When Michael arrived unexpectedly that evening to confront her, Collette was hostile in a manner which he had never seen before. An hour later he stormed out of the house to return to the London apartment in a black rage. Such was his anger that he never saw the stationary truck on the hard shoulder of the A4.

The coroners report was that he died instantly as a result of massive internal injuries caused by the hundred mile an hour smash.

Collette greeted the news with great stoicism, reinforced by the knowledge of his substantial insurance policy.

It was only after the funeral, at the meeting with her lawyer that she was made aware of the withdrawal of the million pounds by Michael shortly before his death, and the subsequent effect on the remaining finances. The bottom line was that Collette could no longer afford the substantial upkeep of Greyspoke, and the manor would have to go on the market.

Two months later Collette sat in the drawing room waiting for her lawyer.

A buyer had appeared, and an exchange seemed imminent. Collette waited to meet the prospective owner with a heavy heart. Greyspoke was not just a home.

It was more like a part of her. As she sat reflecting on the foul turn off events over the previous three months, the door opened and Brian Aaronstein, her lawyer, entered the room.

'Your buyer has agreed all our terms, and has generously agreed to discuss your vacating the premises at your own convenience.

He asks if he can call this evening at seven, and I agreed this on your behalf.'

'Thank you Brian' she replied in her newly acquired, resigned, tone.

When the doorbell rang at seven, Collette answered herself, curious to see the new owner of Greyspoke.

Her heart stopped when she looked straight into the face of the man whose arrival in her life had changed everything. Pat Smylie met her gaze with a smile.

He was dressed in a tailored Saville Row pinstripe, as becoming for a man of his stature, and somehow Collette sensed that more than just his appearance had changed.

For a few moments she stood dumbstruck staring at him, until mechanically, she motioned him to enter. He followed her into the drawing room.

'Right, its simple' he said.

'Things have changed a bit, but you could be in for a bit of good news. I ain't never had a fuck like you before, and seems to me I could get used to you. So one chance. You fuck me here and now, better than I've ever been fucked before, and I sign half of the house to you when we get married.'

Collette stood in stunned silence for what seemed like an eternity, while her brain attempted to work its way through the many and varied possibilities confronting her.

She needed more time.

'Why don't you wait for me in the living room, while I go and slip into something more comfortable', she instructed.

Five minutes later, Pat Smylie had drunk two large whiskeys from the Chrystal decanter in Collette's living room, surveying what would soon belong to him, and waiting in a state of some arousal.

He turned with a start as Collette entered the room. She was dressed in a flowing, ankle length silk gown. The heels of her black evening shoes added another six inches to her height.

'Why don't you just take your jacket off and sit back on the couch', she directed him, taking the jacket, and throwing it to the floor.

Pat Smylie sat back in the sofa, his erection already clearly visible through his trousers.

Collette stood in front of him, keeping her eyes submissively on the ground at his feet, as she began to slowly remove the dressing gown, swaying her body in the style of a strip-tease artist.

The gown fell to the floor revealing a black one piece basque which accentuated her cleavage, and with suspenders which were fixed to sheer black stockings. She wore no knickers, and her pussy pouted through the black lace which framed it.

Her cuntlet was cleanly shaven, save for a small triangle of closely cropped hair starting just above the hood of her clitoris. As Collette stood facing him, she dropped her hands toward her pussy, using two fingers to hold her labial lips open.

'Do you like what you see?' she asked in her most seductive, husky voice.

Pat Smylie just nodded.

'Why don't you take of your clothes and let me give you a little massage', Collette suggested. Within seconds Pat was naked.

'Now sit back and let me take care of you.'

Collette produced a bottle of aromatic oil, and starting at his toes, began to massage generous quantities of oil into his body.

She gradually worked her way up each leg until her hands were on the inside of his thigh.

His penis was massively erect, occasionally jerking spasmodically as her fine touch teased him. With the lightest of touches Collette gathered a small droplet of the clear lubricant emanating from the tip of his cock, and traced it lightly over the swollen vermilion helmet, causing him to squirm with the exquisite pleasure.

He reached toward her breasts, but she stopped him.

'No touching now, you just leave it all to me.' Collette untied the clasps at the front of the basque to expose her breast to his eager gaze. Her nipples stood erect, flanked by the darker flesh of her aureola. Using both hands to press her breasts firmly together, she leaned over Pats lap and pressed his oiled cock between her tits. At the height of each forward motion, she allowed her tongue to trace vague circles along the underside of his helmet, before withdrawing and pressing his length hard between her breasts.

Soon Collette sensed the closeness of his orgasm, and withdrew, leaving him lying on his back on the leather sofa. Raising her right leg over him, she began to unfasten the clasps on her suspenders.

The position she was in, with her legs apart, and one foot on the sofa, gave him a close up view of her open, pouting cuntlet.

She rolled each stocking off each leg in turn, and then removed the basque entirely, to stand naked before him.

His eyes were rooted to the bald lips between her legs. With her right hand, Collette slowly inserted two fingers into the cleft of her sex, and slowly withdrew them, tracing over her clitoris in the same motion.

'See how wet you've made me' she murmured huskily, as she raised her hand to her mouth, and licked her fingers, with a look of absolute pleasure, as if tasting the very elixir of life itself.

'Would you like to watch me come?' she asked.

He nodded affirmatively, unable to trust himself to say anything for fear that his voice might betray the extreme of his rapture.

Collette raised her right leg onto the sofa, astride his body, position her sex in clear view of his ravenous gaze, and reaching between her legs began a gentle circular motion with the fingers of her right hand around her clitoris.

'See how swollen my little clitty gets when I'm about to come', she whispered, pulling the little hood of flesh back to reveal the clitoral bud that was the focus of her attention.

Pausing only to lubricate her fingers by inserting them deep inside the wetness of her snatch, Collette kept up the rubbing motion, moaning softly as if oblivious of the presence of anyone else.

Her moans increased in volume, as did the motion of her hand until with a scream of pure pleasure she cried 'God, I'm coming, I need to feel you inside me'. Grasping his swollen pole with one hand, she straddled him in one swift motion, and pressed her open wetness down on him, burying his cock between her legs.

'Fuck me, oh please' she yelled, as she rode him with animal urgency. In his advanced state of excitement, Pat had barely felt the slippery wetness of her cuntlet around his cock, before the warm jets of sperm began to spurt inside her. Collette's fingers had found their way to her clitoris, and even as she rode his dick as if her life depended on it, she rubbed frantically at her clitoris, moaning uncontrollably, as orgasm after orgasm racked her body.

After she realised that his cock had finished spurting the contents of his testicles, she raised herself slightly to free his member from the clutches of her willing cuntlet. Using all four fingers on her hand, she caught the semen that gravity tempted back from the depths of her womb, and using this as a lubricant, began rubbing it into the swollen lips of her labia, moaning the whole time as if her orgasm was one continuos process.

Although Pat had just come, incredibly he realised that his cock had remained hard. The smell of sex was heavy in the air, and the sight of her rubbing herself with one hand, while the other curved around his oiled shaft, had stimulated him beyond the bounds of his self control. Raising himself from his position on the sofa, he moved to position himself behind Collette, who, with her eyes tightly shut was completely absorbed in the process of fingering herself to yet another orgasm. Pat grasped her hips from behind. 'Bend over' he instructed. Even as she complied, Collette felt him enter her from behind, his cock sliding easily into the slippery wetness between her pouting labia. His hands kept a firm grasp on her hips as he thrust the full length of his cock deep inside her, and began to pound ferociously.

Finally, when it seemed to Collette that she had lost all control of herself through the succession of orgasms which racked her body, she felt his penis begin to spurt its soothing balm into the burning depths of her cuntlet.


When, afterwards both were sitting, still naked on the sofa, sipping at their whiskey glasses, Pat turned to Collette.

'I'll call my solicitor in the morning, and you book the registry office as soon as possible.'

Collette smiled.

I have found a new, free sex game (new to me, not new to everyone). It is called Viva-Ponata.

If you have not heard of it, you can check it out at the following link:

If you use the link, I get credit for the referral (if you reach level 5), and I get 25 diamonds (which is a type of currency in the game).

The game is a sort of a sexual simulation game. You pick your name, you can earn money by performing various illegal acts (selling Viagra, stolen DVDs, turning tricks). And you also can enhance your appearance (which adds to your beauty, so you can get a better job, for instance). I am a fairly tame character in real life, so this allows me to let my hair down. I mean, I look forward to turning tricks – someone has to choose your ass among all the prostitutes working the streets.

I am by no means an expert at the game, but it is a fun diversion. If you want to try it, sign up (free), and write me or my online spouse. We can help you out.

Monday, June 21, 2010

The Price of the Game. Chapter 1

Written by a female.

Pat Smylie touched some raw nerve in Collette Pembertons psyche. His rough Mancunian accent, and the basic manner by which he went about his window cleaning duties, reminded her with a sense of cruel reassurance of the gap in class that separated them. He came in every fortnight, on Wednesdays, and spent the day cleaning the seventy-two windows of Greyspoke manor.

People like him made her skin creep. Shifty eyed, smelly, always so appallingly dressed, and worst of all, unable to show the respect Collette felt accustomed to from the male sex. She felt uncomfortably tainted whenever she came into contact with him. Not for the first time, she thought, as she watched him carrying his ladder to the west wing, she would replace him just as soon as she could find another window cleaner.

Greyspoke manor was her pride and joy, ever since the move eight years ago following her marriage to Michael Pemberton.
Running a large family home, where they entertained family and friends most weekends, with the help of just two staff, is no mean task, Collette thought to herself.
Michael wasn't much help. He spent most nights of the working week at the city apartment, to save on the commuting time, while she kept herself occupied by a demanding round of social commitments. At least he brings home the bacon, she always reminded herself, even if that was her sole consolation on those awkward nights when she hungered for male company.

She checked her watch. Five to three, time to leave if she was to be on time for the afternoon rubber at Lynne's.
'Aletta', she addressed the maid, ' I'm leaving for Bridge, and I'll be back around seven. I'm on my own for dinner tonight, so I'll look after myself.'

Aletta nodded affirmatively, and continued her polishing as Collette left the room. Aletta had mixed feelings about her boss. On the one hand she found her abrasive superiority hard to stomach. This she qualified by the sympathy she felt for the fact that Collette's husband was always away, and this made her frustration evident. She heard the sound of the Mercedes pulling out of the driveway.

As if on cue, the kitchen door opened, and there stood Robert, the gardener, with a broad grin on his face. Aletta had been attracted to Robert when she first started the job, three months previously. His six foot two frame was lean and hard, and his rough features stimulated some primal instinct in her. He'd noticed her attraction immediately, and since then had taken every opportunity, often several time a day, to take her, in a variety of locations and positions. She was powerless to resist. Her petite five foot one frame responded to him in a way which made words superfluous. He had only to command, and she obeyed.

'She's gone' he said, entering the kitchen, and approaching Aletta, who was seated at the wooden kitchen table. Aletta felt her crotch moisten as her adrenalin surged.
His rough hands reached under her arms, and with no apparent effort, lifted her out of her chair, and sat her on the edge of the table. Her breath was racing now, as his hands reached under her skirt, grabbing at her panties, and sliding them down her black stockinged legs. She reached forward to release the pulsing erection which strained visibly against the flies of his jeans. His swollen phallus sprang free from its confines, and she grasped it with both hands, like an addict reaching for a fix.

In the heat of lust which consumed them both, they failed to hear the sound of the Mercedes backing into the driveway, or even the sound of the kitchen door opening.

Collette had reached the corner of the road, before discovering she had forgotten a letter she had intended posting en' route to the Bridge game, and had returned. The sight that greeted her stopped her in her tracks. Aletta was perched on the edge of the kitchen table, her skirt around her waist, as her red tipped fingers wanked the largest penis Collette had ever seen. Robert the gardener, stood with his head back, resting his arms on Aletta's shoulders. Reaching forward, Aletta slipped the end of his engorged phallus into her mouth, lovingly running her tongue over the vermilion helmet, which jumped and started in spasmodic jerks in response to the pleasure she was causing.

Collette stood frozen to the spot.
Her body was responding to this debutante voyeurism in a very physical way. She was aware of a burning sensation in her groin, and her nipples had become painfully erect. The rush of blood to her head made her stagger, and she gripped the door-frame tightly to prevent herself falling to the ground.
Robert changed position. He lifted Aletta off the table, and placed her on her hands and knees before him, exposing her naked buttocks, split down the middle by a black lined gash of pink flesh. Aletta moaned ecstatically as his rigid member penetrated her, the full length of which slid deep inside her tight pussy.

From her vantage point, Collette's could clearly see the lips of Aletta's vagina clinging wetly to Roberts phallus, as he withdrew almost to the tip, before plunging back inside her. Each thrust was met by a cry of increasing intensity from Aletta, as the momentum built up. 'I'm going to come', said Robert, his body tensing as he thrust brutally against Aletta's rear. This triggered an animal moan of unsurpassed intensity as both bodies seemed to blur in Collette's vision.

Easing the door closed behind her, Collette leaned against the kitchen wall, her eyes closed tightly as she replayed the scene she had just witnessed.
From the mass of wild emotions she felt, one reality glared. She wanted Robert.
For the first time in her life, class, style, background, and indeed all the criteria by which she normally judged men, were rendered meaningless. She had been in control for too long, and her body was making this decision for her. As she leaned against the wall, she became conscious that her hand had found its way into her knickers, which were wet with the evidence of her arousal. She imagined that it was Roberts hands rubbing the slippery wetness around her swollen clitoris, and it took mere seconds before the friction brought her to her own orgasm, so powerful that she felt her legs buckling beneath her, and had to sit against the wall, her hand cupped over her dripping snatch, as wave after wave of orgiastic sensation swept her away. Visions of Roberts cock spurting inside Aletta's swollen pudenda obliterated all thoughts beyond the insatiable urge emanating from her own aching pussy.

Pat Smylie hated his job. Before his arrest for the credit card fraud which led to the six grim months in Pentonville, he had been doing quite well with his wheeling and dealing. Since being released, his 'window cleaning business' could be considered a reasonable success, but did not offer the kind of prospects his ambitions required.

Whilst working on an inside window in the west wing, which faced the kitchen doorway, he saw Collette exit the kitchen. His attention focused on the sight before him when he saw her hand release her belt, and move between her legs. He watched for several minutes, until he saw her collapse against the wall, quite oblivious to his gaze. He felt his erection growing as he watched her reach what was quite obviously an intense orgasm. Within minutes she regained her composure, tightened her belt, and walked around the house to the front door. Pat continued his cleaning, adjusting his coveralls to accommodate the erection which wouldn't go away. He re-lived what he had just witnessed in his mind.

So the bitch was human after all. Unable to resist his curiosity, he swiftly made his way to the attic room. He knew from previous experience that the side window of the attic afforded a clear view through the skylight of Collette's bedroom. On several occasions in the past he had lingered there, hoping for some glimpse of her in a state of undress, but this had never happened. Here was the jackpot he had hoped for.

As he gazed through the skylight he saw Collette standing facing the wall mirror.
She stood side on to his view, but her nudity was apparent, as was her action. Her right hand was tracing circles around each nipple in turn, occasionally pulling the rosy tips between thumb and forefinger. Her other hand was between her legs, massaging between the tufts of dark hair. She was watching herself intently in the mirror. She raised her one leg to afford a better view, as she slipped her forefinger between the swollen lips of her cunny.

Pat stood transfixed at the sight before him. Despite his absorption in what he was witnessing, his calculating mind was working overtime. 'If only I had a camera with me', he speculated, I might be onto something here.

Collette's head was now rocking backward and forward, her eyes closed, as her body shuddered with the orgasm which overcame her. This lasted some minutes, until she collapsed onto the bed, her hand still covering her neatly trimmed pubis.
Pat moved away from the window, resolving never again to come to work without a camera.

Collette had not felt more relaxed in a long time.
As she lay back on her bed she felt quite elated by the intensity of her orgasm. She had fantasized that it was Roberts hands between her legs, and his mouth against her breasts. As she felt the waves of orgasm arriving, she imagined the feeling of his come, shooting up her eager cunnilon. Michael had not slept with her for over a month now. Since their marriage she had discovered that sex with Michael was more a chore than a pleasure. Even on their wedding night he had done little more than grope her breasts for a few minutes by way of foreplay, after which he pushed his modest member into her, where less than a minute later he was a spent force. She had tried various ways to excite him. Expensive lingerie, which she revealed by way a slow strip-tease, produced disappointing results. Even her efforts at oral sex failed to hold his attention for long. He was entirely preoccupied by his business, and apparently viewed sex as an unwelcome distraction.

Lying back on her bed, her hand still pressed firmly against her wet pubis, Collette realised that the scene of animal sex that she had witnessed in the kitchen had awoken a sexual desire that she had only suspected in brief moments with the shower nozzle, existed. Silently she resolved to seduce Robert. The memory of his massive swollen phallus, pumping into Aletta's tight wet pussy, made her long to feel him come inside her.

What Collette wanted, she usually got.


Michael Pembertons office at City Mercantile reflected his stature within the company.

He had personally chosen the eighteenth century Oak desk for which he had bid twenty two thousand pounds at Sothebys, and on which stood a gold framed ten by twelve colour portrait of Collette.

He hardly noticed the picture any more, just as he hardly noticed her presence in his life. Business was booming. His commission on his last contract alone was in excess of a quarter of a million pounds. The account in Gibraltar would be close on a million once this deposit went through. Michael sat back in his chair, surveying the luxurious expanse before him, hands behind his head.

He felt aroused on this Tuesday morning.
The closure of successful deals did that to him. He reached for the intercom connecting him to his secretaries adjoining office.

'Sylvie, a coffee please'. He didn't really feel like coffee, but welcomed the distraction of having Sylvie come into his office.
For some time now he had entertained the notion of having a fling with her. Her officious disposition and generally untouchable appearance was becoming increasingly irresistible. Perhaps it was the combination of the horn rimmed glasses and the tight formal office wear which accentuated the disproportionately large character of her breasts in relation to her otherwise petite frame. The door opened, and she entered with the coffee. For a moment Michael imagined her standing naked before him. Her nipples rising erect at the tips of her milky white breasts. Her pussy dripping wet with desire. The thought caused an unfamiliar stirring in his loins. 'Thank you Sylvie'. She smiled toward him, and closed the door quietly behind her. 'Yes' he mused, soon he would have to do something about this, and returned to the document facing him.


The Mercedes 500 SL pulled away from the entrance to Greyspoke Manor, leaving Collette standing at the open door, waving goodbye to her friends, Clare and Susanne after their regular Wednesday coffee morning. Across the gravel driveway, Robert stood raking the recently mown lawn. On an impulse, Collette called him over. 'Robert, Are you any good at carpentry,' she asked. 'I need you to replace some shelving in the house please'. 'I'll have a look' he replied. He followed her up the stairs to her bedroom. She led him to her walk in cupboard, and pointed out a row of shelves. 'These just don't look right', she observed, 'I'd like to replace the lot with a colour that matches the door. Do you think you could do this?'.

Robert paused to consider her request. Basically this was a simple job, measuring shelves, getting hold of the right wood, and replacing the old with the new.

' I think I can manage', he replied. 'When do you want it done?' 'Start right away if you would, I'd like it finished by next week.'

As Robert left her room to fetch his measuring implements, Collette ruminated over her options.
By her calculations this job should keep him in her bedroom for at least a week. Enough time to spur him on beyond the borders of his self control. Just the thought of it was enough to start her pussy juicing up.

Closing the bedroom door, she quickly stripped off her clothes, and sat naked on the edge of the bed, facing the wall mirror opposite. Opening her legs, she watched the reflection intently while one hand parted her moist labia, and a finger found her clit. In just a matter of minutes, the waves of orgasm overcame her, as with two fingers slipped knuckle deep inside her pussy, and the image of Roberts dick filling her mind, she collapsed backward onto the bed, still feverish with desire.

Inside the loft conversion which he had adapted as a darkroom, Pat Smylie had just finished packing his camera bag prior to leaving for Greyspoke manor.
He had mounted the zoom lens on his Canon, as well as packing a small instamatic, in case time was prohibitive.

'Tea's on the table luv'.
Her voice wafted through.
He grimaced. Seven years of marriage to this, and no prospects of escape from either her, or the Council estate which had been their home since the marriage. Pat looked at the camera, willing some cosmic energy to rescue him from this life of poverty which he did not deserve.


Lying back in her bubblebath, Collette heard the tap on her bedroom door.

'Excuse me, Ma'm', Robert called through.
'Yes Robert', she called back, 'Just let yourself in and get on with it'.
She felt a tingle of anticipation. Here she was, lying naked and vulnerable, with just an unlocked door between them. She had pondered over whether to leave the bathroom door slightly ajar, but had decided against it, as it might arouse his suspicions prematurely. She could hear him moving about, and her desire grew more intense. Slowly and sensuously she washed her body. Starting with each toe in turn, working her way up her legs, gently parting her labia and soaping away the dewy evidence of her arousal. Onwards she went, curling her fingers about her hips, smoothing the soap along her flat stomach, and finally reaching her breasts, to which she paid special attention, massaging the soap around and around her nipples, until both stood erect. Little pink warriors in a sea of white foam. Finally she washed her hair, lying back in the bath to submerge herself completely, thrilling at the thought that while she lay under the water with her eyes closed, Robert might quite conceivably have entered the room, and be standing over her, ready to take her.

Next, she began the task of shaving her legs, energetically rubbing in the aromatic oil she favoured for this purpose. Once she had completed the depilation of both legs, she turned her attention to her bikini line. Collette took great personal pride in the appearance of her cuntlet.
She had long outgrown her girlish embarrassment at realising that her pubic mound extended more fully than those of her schoolfriends. Her labial lips, which would swell up to the thickness of her middle finger when aroused were now a source of keen erotic pleasure, and she would often shave the entire area up to her clitoris to enable her to enjoy the feeling of smooth skin, to which she would apply a liberal sprinkling of oil to facilitate her indulgence in lengthy masturbation sessions. The remainder of her silky black pubes were cut back into a trim heart shape from the apex of her clitoral hood.

As she ran the razor along the delicate flesh of her pubis, she felt the small darts of sexual tension pierce the vessel of her sexuality, and form a coat of sweet dew along the inside of her labia, which by now were beginning to pout in anticipation.

In the adjoining room which seperated the bedroom from the bathroom, Robert felt somewhat uneasy as he set about his task.
He could hear the sound of the occasional splash in the bathroom, and the thought of his not unattractive employer lying naked just a few feet away had the uncomfortable effect of giving him an erection. As he was on his knees, measuring a low shelf, and battling to keep his mind on the job, the bathroom door opened and Collette stood facing him. She was wearing an ivory silk dressing gown with matching high heeled bedroom slippers. The top was tied loosely, revealing a generous expanse of cleavage which revealed what Robert had long suspected. That the Madam had a large pair on her.

'Excuse me Robert', she said, moving towards him, 'I need some clean underwear'.

She pulled open a drawer, and began sifting through it. Robert kept his eyes ahead, apparently intent on his task, although he was in a position which ensured she remained within his field of vision.

She pulled a flesh coloured basque out of the drawer, and let it hang in front of her, as if undecided, then turning to reveal an expanse of thigh, swept passed him into the bedroom, leaving a lingering smell of expensive perfume.

The erection in Roberts trousers was becoming uncomfortable.
With fingers that were becoming increasingly unsteady, he continued unscrewing the shelf he was working on.

Collette was already high on the feeling of adventure. The sheer recklessness of what she was doing sent adrenalin coursing through her veins. She stood in the centre of her room, letting the dressing gown fall to the floor around her ankles. She stretched both arms out, revelling in her nudity, and the thrill of knowing that Robert had only to move six feet to one side, to be afforded a direct view into her bedroom. Stepping away from the puddle of silk at her feet, she slipped into the tight fitting basque. It served to accentuate the already impressive geography of her cleavage. The French style crotch hung loosely between her legs, and she revelled in the feeling of sheer eroticism as the silken material rubbed against the smooth skin of her depilated pudenda. Having left him to simmer for a few minutes, Collette now re-entered the dressing room, where Robert was still on his knees facing the cupboard shelving. Purposefully, as if unaware that she had company, she strode to the underwear drawer, opened it, and selected a pair of black silk stockings.

Robert felt his breathing quicken as he saw her in the Basque. This was a class of woman quite alien to all his previous experience, despite the fact that heÕd had plenty of that. She seemed quite oblivious to his presence, as she turned and exited the room once more. The temptation to look was overwhelming, and taking the minor precaution of pretending to lay a shelf out on the floor, he positioned himself within view of the bedroom.
She had her back to him, and her one leg on the bed, as she rolled a stocking over her foot and up her leg, fastening it onto the suspender clips which hung from her basque. She shifted her weight as she moved to don the second stocking, leaning forward in the process, affording him a clear sight of that smooth flesh between her legs. He felt rivetted to the spot. The sight of her hairless cunny caused him to groan out loud. She turned abruptly to face him.

'Robert, what are you doing?' she exclaimed in a domineering tone of voice.

'YouÕre supposed to be fixing shelves, not watching me dress'.

Even as she spoke she was still running the stocking up her leg.

'What would happen if my husband were to walk in now, he would probably think you were about to rape me. That's not what youÕre thinking now is it?'.

He stood transfixed, unable to reply save for a groan of confusion. 'What do you think of my body Robert', she asked, moving slowly toward him, ' Would you like to see me naked?'. 'Yes', he stammered, scarcely able to believe what was happening as she stopped barely two feet in front of him.

'Can you keep a secret Robert', she asked in a low husky voice, looking directly into his eyes.
'Yes' he replied.

'Then get down on your knees and kiss me here'.

She snapped the press studs on the crotch of her basque to reveal the pouting lips of her vagina, already swollen in anticipation. With a moan of animal desire, Robert fell to his knees before her, his mouth covering her pubis, as his tongue sought to draw the nectar of her arousal from deep within her. The electricity of the moment was too much for her, and almost at the instant that his tongue pressured against her clitoris she felt a wave of orgasm overtake her. Her knees went weak, and only the support of his hands around her buttocks kept her vertical as his tongue relentlessly persued its noble mission. She moaned loudly in the throes of her climax, pushing on the back of his head with both her hands. 'Lick me you dirty fucker, harder, deeper, make me come'. Moving his hands up her back, and without displacing his mouth from her cunny, he effortlessly lifted her body weight, and carried her to the bed, where he laid her gently onto the silken bedspread. His hands fumbled urgently at his flies, and released his throbbing phallus. Within seconds he had entered her, thrusting the full length of his manhood deep inside her waiting cuntlet.

She met each thrust with a thrust of her own, lost in what seemed to be a continuos stream of orgasm, clenching her vaginal muscles on each downstroke, willing him to come. Aroused as he was, this didn't take long. With a groan of ecstasy she felt his cock shudder as the warm jets of semen flooded her quim. Still he kept thrusting, driving her further and further, past any sexual feeling she had experienced before.
Shooting his sperm deep into her waiting womb.

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If you have not heard of it, you can check it out at the following link:

If you use the link, I get credit for the referral (if you reach level 5), and I get 25 diamonds (which is a type of currency in the game).

The game is a sort of a sexual simulation game. You pick your name, you can earn money by performing various illegal acts (selling Viagra, stolen DVDs, turning tricks). And you also can enhance your appearance (which adds to your beauty, so you can get a better job, for instance). I am a fairly tame character in real life, so this allows me to let my hair down. I mean, I look forward to turning tricks – someone has to choose your ass among all the prostitutes working the streets.

I am by no means an expert at the game, but it is a fun diversion. If you want to try it, sign up (free), and write me or my online spouse. We can help you out.