January 2007

Michael tried to go over the test studies that his superior had given
him. The first sheet had a long line of numbers and the second a
written analysis by the scientist who had performed the study.

“Oh man,” he thought to himself, feeling his contact lenses begin to
dry. The new drug was going to hit the market in three months and
Michael was responsible to translating such data into the clear,
concise English that would be placed on the side of the drug’s bottling.

He sat back, looking into the darkness of the office where he worked,
thoughts of the poetry and great novels that he wanted to write hiding
somewhere in the shadows before him.

“Man, technical writing sucks,” he thought, turning back to the studies
with the feeling that something was dying inside him.

* * * * * * * *

Michael opened the door to his very modest studio apartment in Union
City.

He began emptying his pockets, reaching to hit the answering machine
“play” button. There was a message from his mother, another from his
mother, one more from his mother and then. . .

“Mr. Johnson, just calling to confirm your reservation at Mr. Ying’s,”
said the voice from the machine from an eatery Michael knew to be one
of the most trendy in all of Manhattan.

It wasn’t his name, of course, obviously a wrong number, but Michael
felt the mention of the hip Chinese restaurant on the East Side spark
something inside him.

He reached into his closet and took out the only suit he had – brown
sharkskin he had bought in college but never worn. He put on a gold
chain, went to the ATM and took out every dollar he had — $356 – and
then bought a pack of cigarettes even though he didn’t smoke.

* * * * * * *

He parked the car about three blocks from the East 85th Street
restaurant, the apartments on both sides looming down with ornate brick
facades indicative of the wealthy who lived there.
The walk to Mr. Ying’s was brisk, and Michael found himself passing
several older couples on the street. It was about 10 p.m. and the
after-theater crowd was beginning to make their way back home.

“Do you have a reservation,” the woman at the door asked him as he made
his way to the door.

“No,” he replied, looking around the room to find the bar. “I’m meeting
some friends here for drinks. That’s alright, right?”

The woman, dressed in a strapless evening gown, nodded with a grimace,
and Michael made his way to the bar and ordered a cosmopolitan even
though he always drank beer.

He wasn’t sure what to do except look around, and throughout the room
there were wealthy looking people in chic clothing. Young, old, male,
female – it didn’t matter.

“Your drink, sir,” the bartender said, as Michael continued his study
of the room. He heard someone from his right mention that a famous
clothing designer was at the restaurant that night.

He looked around to see if he could see the aforementioned man, but
then turned back after a once-around, trying to make it seem like he
fit in there.

* * * * * * *

He looked at the bar, most of the people there were with company,
laughing and lifting their drinks in unheard toasts as they waited for
their tables.

There was one woman alone though, seeming to be in her early 40’s. She
was wearing a white evening gown that ran the length of her lithe frame
to a pair of matching heels. She had blond hair, blue eyes, and wore
bright diamond earrings that seemed to blind Michael as he looked at
her.

He felt the urge, the need to talk to her.

“How are you Mademoiselle,” he asked, instinctively reaching into the
pocket of his brown suit, then the pocket of his contrasting brown
shirt for a cigarette. “I wondered if I might buy you a drink?”

The woman turned to look at him from the martini glass from which she
was sipping. She seemed surprised at first, and raised her eyebrow. “Do
I know you?” she asked.

Michael was caught off guard, and didn’t know quite how to respond.
“No,” he said, feeling some of what had been missing returning, “but I
had hoped to remedy that situation before the night’s end.”

This time, the raised eyebrow turned to a smile. “Most interesting,”
the woman answered as they shared a drink in the bluish glow of the bar.

* * * * * * *

When they were finished, the bill had come to over $200. Eager to play
the role, Michael reached into his pocket and took out the money,
careful not to reveal exactly how much he was carrying.

“I’ll handle it,” the woman said.

“Come now, how could one so refined as yourself think that I would
allow you to pay,” Michael replied.

The woman moved her hand over his own, and Michael moved her toward the
exit and into the cold night.

* * * * * *

The woman’s last name was Fitzgerald – Michael could tell as much from
the name on the mailbox in the portico of her apartment only a
five-block taxi ride from the restaurant.

She had inherited an ungodly amount of money from her father, and now
lived in the penthouse suite of a building a mere five-block taxi ride
from the restaurant.

”So you’re a broker downtown,” said the woman — Patricia was her first
name.

“Yes, but I’ve Actually just come in from Paris,” Michael lied,
wondering where in the world he was taking himself. “I didn’t want to
reveal myself as being from abroad for fear you would take advantage.

“You know, I’ve heard terrible things about New York City and people
being caught unaware.”

Patricia Fitzgerald smiled, poured two glasses of champagne and lead
her young paramour to a window overlooking Midtown Manhattan. “Oh I
wouldn’t worry,” she answered. “It’s I who should cower before a
Frenchman as yourself.”

Michael smiled and even adopted a sort of French accent for his next
words. “Indeed Madame,” he said, moving to the woman and laying his
hand on her cheek. “Indeed.”

The kiss he then shared sparked something inside Michael that he had
not felt in some years since coming to the New York City area. It was a
deep one, and he reached his arm around the white gown of Lady
Fitzgerald to the small of her back. He leaned her over as if they were
dancing, and deepened the kiss.

He lead her to the bedroom, the bed in the middle covered by silk
sheets and velvet covers. He laid her down and slipped off her
underwear. Surprisingly, she responded, “Faster,” and Michael in turn
hurried to take off his own pants to plunge into her;

She was still wearing her dress when Michael moved inside her body, and
she moved her hands to take off the bra she had been wearing. She threw
it to the side, her small breasts and hardening nipples visible under
its cloth.

“Oh god,” she cried out and Michael continued to delve deeper into her
body and then pull back. He was going fast now in short thrusts, uh,
uh, uh, uh, uh, uh as she moaned. Michael thought that she hadn’t been
fucked in years.

She reached her arms around his naked back and dug her nails into his
flesh. “Ohhhh,” he cried out, as moved his hands under the dress and
over her breasts. The skin was soft but the body bony. He concentrated
on fucking her, feeling for the first time in his life as if he were
something of a male prostitute, trying to satisfy the lust of the rich
woman before him.

She cried out again, and again, her stomach rising and staying steady a
long while before falling. Michael continued, feeling the ache gather
in his shaft as she did so. “Ohhh,” she yelled.

She had cum, but she wasn’t finished. The Lady Fitzgerald arose from
the bed and gripped Michael’s cock. She fit her mouth around it at the
top and began sucking on the head while jerking him off at the base. “I
want your cum,” she yelled out.

“Oh, oh, oh, oh,” Michael cried out, moving his prick in and out as if
he were fucking her mouth. “Oh, oh, oh.”

Finally the pleasure became too intense and he exploded in her mouth,
the Lady Fitzgerald greedily swallowing what he had given her as if she
hadn’t tasted as such in a long time.

When she was done, she retreated from Michael’s torso and began
disrobing from the evening gown. Then, she moved to a bedstand and
retrieved what appeared to be a jar of cream.

”I want you again,” she said, lying down on her stomach. “This time I
want you in my ass.”

On cue, Michael took the jar from her extended hand, reached in for a
handful, and applied the jelly to his shaft. He moved to Lady
Fitzgeralds’ ass – “I want you inside it,” she called out again – and
eased the head of his cock into the opening.

It took him a full fifteen minutes to fully enter her. First the head,
then the shaft, and then the base, all the time her moaning,
“Ohhhhhhhhh.”

Finally, once inside, he began with short, slow, long, penetrating
thrusts, each one about a minute in length. “Ohhhh, ease into me baby,
nice and easy,” she cooed.

Finally, when her rectum was enlarged, he pushed into her deeper,
feeling the strong muscle contracting around him like a vice. “Oh god,”
he yelled, feeling more ache that longed to be released.

In, out, in, out, in, out. He went, faster and then faster. Finally he
reached around and moved two fingers to the lips of pussy and then
inside. “Ohhhh,” she yelled out as she pushed harder and harder.

“Oh god, oh god, ohhhhhhhhhhh,” he yelled out, exploding again inside
her ass while she came as well.

* * * * * * * * *

The morning was a long one as Michael tossed and turned in bed. Finally
he heard Patricia’s high heels on the parquet floor of her bedroom. She
was wearing only the heels and a teddy.

“So, aren’t you surprised that us uptown girls are so dirty,” she said
with a laugh, falling down on the bed beside him.

“Well, I would never used such a word to describe one as beautiful as
yourself,” Michael replied.

The Lady Fitzgerald laughed. “Who are you,” she said in the form of a
rhetorical question.

I’m not sure, he thought to himself.

When Robbie and Kendra had gotten married, a lot of people had told
them that an interracial relationship wouldn’t work. But Robbie’s
biggest concern had been that Kendra would grow to miss the doses of
big black cock she was used to. She had sworn that she wouldn’t.

“Oh baby, you feel so big inside me,” Kendra moaned. She was lying on
the bed, her legs lifted up in the air, as her friend Frank pushed his
enormous black cock in and out of her pussy. His rod was glistening
with her juices, and his mouth was sucking on her dark brown tits,
flicking the stiff nipples with his tongue.

Robbie was standing in the hallway, frozen to the spot. His heart was
pounding, but he couldn’t tell if it was from jealousy or arousal,
because his dick was pounding just as hard. Without noticing what he
was doing, he reached into his pants and fished out his hard cock,
stroking it as he watched Frank stroking his wife.

“Your husband’s cock isn’t as big as mine, is it?” Frank asked. He
was screwing Kendra with slow thrusts, dragging his big balls over her
ass and grinding his hips against her clit. She was moaning in
pleasure. Her cunt was stretched wide around Frank’s enormous rod, and
she seemed to be coming over and over again without stopping.

“No,” Kendra moaned, and Robbie sighed, still pumping his cock. “I
need your big black dick to satisfy me.” Frank smiled, and they began
to fuck harder. Robbie watched as Kendra’s big tits jiggled, her knees
rubbing her nipples. She was sighing in pleasure and calling out
Frank’s name. Finally, Frank withdrew and jerked his cock a few times,
painting Kendra’s stomach with his white cream. Robbie shot off into
his palm and crept down the hallway, too embarrassed to say anything.

That night, when Robbie and Kendra made love, he noticed that her
pussy seemed to be stretched out wider than usual, and he knew why.
The thought that he had watched another man make love to his beautiful
wife excited him so much that he shot his load in short order. Then he
got down between Kendra’s legs and ate his cum out of her cunt, licking
her clit until she came. When she did, she called out Frank’s name,
and Robbie pretended not to notice, but his cock became instantly hard
again, and she rode him for a long time before he had another orgasm,
feeling his cock slide in and out of her well-fucked pussy.

The following week, Robbie came home early again, and again, he found
Frank and Kendra fucking on his bed. They were doing it doggie-style
this time, and he could hear Frank’s balls bouncing against Kendra’s
clit as they screwed up to a rapid pace. He figured that it was
probably a weekly thing, and he wondered how long it had been going on.

Again, Frank pulled out before he came, his shiny spunk flowing out of
his dark purple prick and over Kendra’s luscious, full ass. Robbie
moaned, watching his own cockhead pulse, releasing his load all over
his pants. He snuck into the guest bedroom and waited until they left.

While Robbie and Kendra were making love, he considered telling her
what he had seen, and then he closed his mouth and smiled to himself.
She was getting her fill of black dick, and he was getting to watch.
It seemed like the perfect arrangement, and he wanted to let it
continue for a while longer.

When I heard that my sister Jenny was bringing home her college
roommate for winter break, I groaned.  It was going to be couch city
for me.  But when I actually met her roommate, I changed my tune.  Her
name was Cai, and she was an international student from Vietnam.  She
was absolutely stunning, a petite but femininely curvy frame, creamy
skin, and shiny black hair that framed her features perfectly.  My dick
got hard the minute she walked in the door, and I gladly gave up my bed
for her, just so I could imagine her sleeping there.

The first night I was trying to fall asleep, shifting around on the
couch, trying to get comfortable, I saw Cai come through the living
room on her way to the kitchen.  She was wearing a short white
nightgown that glowed in the dark, exposing her slender thighs.  I lay
completely still until she walked into the couch, stubbing her toe. 
“Shit,” she said in slightly accented English.

“Are you okay?” I asked, sitting up.

Cai jumped in surprise.  I could see her small tits silhouetted
against her nightgown in the moonlight.  “I didn’t see you,” she said,
sitting down on the edge of the couch and rubbing her toe.  “I just
wanted a glass of water.”  I swallowed, noticing that my cock was
tenting the sheet as I watched her.

She turned towards me slightly, smiling at my throbbing cock.  I tried
to hide it, but she pushed my hands away, replacing them with her own
slender fingers.  “I saw you looking at me at dinner tonight,” she
whispered.  Pushing the sheet aside, Cai stroked my erect rod, her soft
fingers trailing over my stiff prick.  “You want me, don’t you?”

I nodded, unable to believe that this beautiful goddess was touching
me and talking to me like this.  I was afraid I was dreaming and if I
touched her she would disappear, so I lay completely still as Cai
massaged my cock, jerking faster and faster.  I was afraid I was going
to blow my wad all over her pretty hand.

Fortunately, Cai moved up, pulling her nightgown over her head,
exposing her luscious slender body to me.  She rubbed her tits as she
climbed aboard, sliding her tight cunt down over my hard-on.  It was so
hot and wet it felt like a glove wrapped around my sensitive prick.  I
groaned, trying to keep quiet so I wouldn’t wake up the house, holding
Cai’s pretty hips in my hands and guiding her up and down on my cock.

Taking charge, Cai guided my hand to her pussy, and I rubbed her clit
as we fucked, my balls slapping against her slim ass, the sound of her
wet pussy squelching up and down my prick seeming to echo through the
silent house.  She closed her eyes and came, holding my hand against
her clit.  Her cunt was rippling around my cock, pulling so tightly
that I couldn’t hold back anymore.  I grunted softly and arched my
back, pushing my cock deep inside her as I shot my load.

The next night, I couldn’t fall asleep.  I waited in the dark, the
time ticking by slowly, but Cai didn’t appear.  I crept upstairs to my
room, careful not to wake anyone else.  I knocked softly and then
opened the door.  Cai was lying in my bed, smiling.  “I thought you’d
never come,” she whispered.  My dick shot up like a firecracker as she
pulled back the sheets, exposing her beautiful body.  The light in the
room was on so I could see her clearly now.  Her nipples were hard and
her pussy glistened with wetness.

I was so excited that I practically leaped onto the bed when Cai held
out her arms to me.  Soon we were fucking like crazy, my dick sliding
in and out of her slick hole as Cai kissed my neck, pressing back
against me passionately.  I made sure she came first again, sliding my
cock out of her pussy and moving down to eat her cunt until she was
moaning in pleasure, then entering her when her pussy was still pulsing
and coming with her.

For the next two weeks, we were inseparable, at least at night.  When
break ended and Jenny and Cai headed back to their college and I went
back to mine, we promised to keep in touch, but neither of us did.  But
I always remembered Cai as my favorite house guest.

About  two weeks ago a new secretary began working in our office, 
and   from  the  second I laid eyes on her I knew I  wouldn’t  be 
satisfied   until  I’d tasted her soft,  sweet juices.   Terri’s hair
fell all the   way down to her sumptuous breasts, and her moist lips
always seemed to   form a tempting,teasing pout when she looked my way.

The problem, if anything, was that she was TOO sexy!  From  her
slinky   jumpsuits to the fine,  round curve of her backside -
everything about   her said ‘I Want it’ in body language.  But this
just made it  harder.   Something  told  me that the usual  dinner, 
drinks and ‘my  place  or   yours’  wouldn’t  do the trick,  and I
racked my  brains for a way  to   approach her.

To cut a long story short,   when I finally asked her out, I asked 
if   there  was anything special SHE waould like to do.  And to my
infinite   surprise,  she  had  an  answer  ready.  “Porn Flicks”,  she
said, her   voice lowered to a husky,  horny drawl.  “I just love them,
but I can   hardly ever find a man who wants to go”.

I nearly keeled over, but I did my best to keep cool.  In fact, what
I   did  was smile.  I could tell  she was testing me,  and I shot  her
a   knowing glance to let her see I knew just what she was after.  We
made   a date to see the  hottest  film we could find, that very night,
and I   left her half-blushing, half-beaming behind her typewriter.

The  rest of the day my prick literally ached with anticipation. 
When   4:30 p.m.  rolled around,  I  stopped by her desk and she smiled
as if   we  shared some saucy little secret.  Our office is around the 
corner   from Greek Street and in a few minutes we were strolling past
a whole,   horny array of skin-flicks.    Each time we passed  another
lewed foyer,  her fingers tightened their   grip on my arm.  We finally
decided on a foriegn double-bill,  ‘Nympho   Madness’ and ‘Danish
Ball’. I could feel her body heating up even as I   paid for the
tickets.  By the time we got inside the dark theatre, her   breath was
hoarse and rapid, and she pressed her luscious tits against   my
shoulder while we found seats.

“The  back  is best”,  she whispered,  already entranced by the 
horny   images on the screen.  A beautiful girl lay spread-eagled on a 
beach,   her blonde pussy exposed and juicy for the camera.  Her
fingers grazed   accross  it’s shimering  lips,  idly dabbing at her
clit  and  sliding   into  the deep, pink wetness while she threw back
her pretty head, and   sighed.

“This is great”,  Terri mumbled,  settling in our  private nest at
the   very  rear  of the theatre.  The girl was joined  by a  brunette,
who   cupped her swelling breasts in her hands as she stepped 
forward.  Her   thick  black  gash filled the screen and my  date 
moaned  helplessly,   letting  her  hand  fall down to her own cleft
and  working  her  palm   slowly  over  the  satin-covered groove. 
“I’m getting  too worked  up   already.  My pussy’s sopping”, she
hissed.    By this time,  I was burning up myself,  and I reached down
and placed   my hand on top of hers. The two girls on the screen were
now locked in   the lewdest embrace  imaginable,  with the brunette’s
face mashed into   her young lovers silky muff.

Terri  had now unzipped her  jumpsuit,  exposing the hot flesh
beneath   from her cleavage to the first, scant curls of her velvety
pubes.  She   guided my hand inside and pressed it against her lips, 
still pinching   her  clit,  and squeezing my own bursting cock with
her other hand.  I   was too excited to be nervous at our public
exhibition.  Tucked in the   corner  of the cinema,  with  all heads in
the audience glued  to  the   action  at  the  front,  it  seemed 
doubtfull  that  Terri’s  and  my   performance would be noticed.   
But a minute later I was not so sure.A middle aged man strode down the 
cliff  to the stretch of beach where the young tarts were sucking  and
eating  each  other’s gleaming pussies.  His monster dong was 
clearly   outlined  in  his trunks,  and a  few feet from the writhing 
pair  he   dropped them to expose a solid eight inches of sizzling
cock.

The  sight of this was too much for Terri,  and with a little cry,
she   slid all the way out of her clothes, then hopped over to my seat 
with   her hand still clutching at my organ.  It all happened so 
fast..    Before  I knew it she was ramming my hot prick ionto the
sopping-slick   entrance of her hole,  stuffing inch  after throbbing
inch up into her   without taking her eyes from the screen.    Had 
anyone turned around,  anyone  spied us in our  lust  crazy  act,  
there  would have been a riot.  But I was too far gone to care.  Terri 
humped  furiously on my meat,  clutching the seat in front of her  and
jamming  back to take it all inside of her.  Her pussy-lips clamped
me   in a tight kiss.  I grasped her bouncing tits, her pert nipples
wedged   between my fingers,  and took in the porn,  while performing
myself in   the corner of the theatre.

Just as the movie reached it’s  hottest point,  when the camera
showed   the man’s enormous prick forcing it’s way into the dainty
blonde’s wet   pussy,  Terri  began to shake and rock on top of me with
such  fervour   that I thought she would scream. Her whole body jammed
down against my   muscle, slamming me inside her wet, hot hole to its’
very hilt.    “Just  keep  fucking  me,   ram  your  cock-meat  in”, 
she  whispered   franticaly,  and had to lean forward and sink her
teeth in her hand to   keep from shouting out to the whole audience. 
It was the most amazing   screw  I had ever had.  Watching the giant
cock sliding in and out  of   the girls on the screen,   seeing the
blonde lock her legs accross her   lover’s  back  and lap wildly at the
brunnette squating on top of  her   face - all of this cinematic raunch
fired us even further.

The second the screen exploded with the guy’s gushing come,  I felt
my   sperm  shooting  into  Terri’s pussy and blending  with  her  own 
hot   bursts.  As  the trio writhed in ‘Nympho  Madness’,  my sex-mad 
lover   matched them lunge for lunge,  until we all semed to collapse
at once,   almost too drained to move.   Terri sneaked back to the seat
beside me   and  zippered  up.  The rest of the  movie,  we  alternatly
fingered,   sucked and laved each other’s sex,  and by the time the
first  feature   came  to  it’s horny climax we’d both come as much as 
the  performers   we’d paid to watch.  There was no point hanging out
for ‘Danish Ball’,   and drenched with sweat and passion,  we pulled
ourselves together and   prepared to leave our horny hideaway.

Marcia had heard that the library was a big spot for masturbating, but
she had never seen it until now.  She was sitting in the third floor
study lounge late one Friday night.  The floor was empty except for a
woman sitting at another table.  Marcia noticed that the woman’s hand
was underneath the table.  She could see that her hand was moving.  Her
eyes were closed, her cheeks flushed, her lips parted slightly.

Marcia shifted in her chair, unable to tear her eyes away from the
other woman.  She sniffed the air, smelling the odor of the woman’s wet
pussy.  She really seemed to be enjoying herself, her hand moving
faster and faster between her thighs as she fingered her cunt and
rubbed her clit.  Marcia swallowed, not wanting the woman to know she
was watching, but wanting to see her come.

With a quiet yelp of pleasure, the woman came, throwing her head back,
her hand stilling as she pressed firmly against her cunt.  Then she
opened her eyes, staring straight at Marcia, a small smile playing at
the corners of her lips. “Want a taste?” she said.  She stood and
walked over to Marcia, who was sitting stock-still.  The woman brushed
her fingertips over Marcia’s mouth, leaving a trail of her sticky
juices.  Marcia licked them off, savoring the slightly sweet-salty
taste.

The woman hopped up on the table, pulling her short pleated skirt up
around her waist, showing off her dripping pussy.  “Now let’s see
yours,” she said.

Marcia glanced around nervously, but there was no one else around. 
She stood and pulled off her jeans and panties.  The woman reached out,
running her fingers through Marcia’s curly pubic hair.  Marcia was
surprised that the woman was touching her in such a forward fashion,
but she was very turned on.  “You should trim this,” the woman said,
moving her hand down and pressing against Marcia’s clit, making her
gasp.  “Show off that pretty pussy.  Now sit down and spread your legs.”

Marcia sat, resting her feet on the table, splaying her legs wide. 
The woman stared at her cunt, running her fingers along the edges of
Marcia’s labia, making her tremble with anticipation.  Looking straight
into Marcia’s eyes, the woman plunged her finger into her pussy. 
Marcia arched her back and moaned at the sudden, welcome, penetration. 
The woman finger-fucked her slowly, rubbing her hand along Marcia’s
clit with each stroke.  Marcia’s thighs were shaking, and she was
moaning loudly, not caring if anyone heard her.  When she came, she
threw her arms over the back of her chair, arching her hips up and
grinding her cunt against the other woman’s hand.

“Well well well,” the woman said, withdrawing her hand and licking her
fingers contemplatively.  “You certainly got into that.  Want to try a
little rug munching?”  She lifted her skirt again and scooted closer to
the edge of the table.  “Just look up and breathe through your nose,”
she said.  Marcia nodded, leaning forward and strumming the woman’s
clit with her tongue.

“Okay, yeah, faster,” the woman moaned, resting her hands on Marcia’s
head, pushing her hips up slightly.  Marcia licked along the woman’s
clit, pausing every once in a while to dart her tongue inside her slit
and then moving back up to run it in circles around her clit again. 
“Yeah, good, just like that,” the woman gasped, pausing to breathe
between each word.  “Ooh!  Ooh!  I’m gonna come!” she cried out,
arching her back.  Marcia held her mouth still, marveling at the
feeling of the other woman’s cunt pulsing against her lips.

Giving a final gasp, the woman pulled away and slid off the table. 
“Not bad for a first timer,” she said, smiling at Marcia, who was
licking the woman’s juices off her lips.  “Meet me here tomorrow night
and we’ll try it again.”

The air was scented with coconuts and Dustin could taste pineapple on
his tongue as he sat in the small room, transfixed by the beautiful
woman in front of him.  He had figured there would be strip clubs in
Hawaii, but he had never thought to find a woman as beautiful as Kanoa
there. 

She smiled at him, turning away as her hips twitched in the ancient,
seductive dance of the hula.  Her brown hair was sunstreaked with
blonde, highlighting her softly tanned skin and exotic features.  When
she turned back, she had removed the bra she was wearing and pulled her
hair forward so her pert, pretty breasts peeked through the fall of
strands over her shoulder.

Dustin’s hand was on the bulge in his crotch, pressing as Kanoa teased
him, lifting the hair from her tits just long enough for him to get a
glimpse and then dropping it back.  Her fingers drifted through her
luxuriously thick hair until she found her nipples, wrapping the hair
around them and rubbing them until they stood out stiffly. 

She raised her arms, making slow, sinuous movements, and then tossed
her head back, bringing her hair to the side and baring her breasts. 
Dustin gasped and felt his prick give a mighty throb as he pressed down
firmly on his dick with the heel of his hand.  Her breasts were small,
but perfectly shaped, and the brown nipples teased him.

Kanoa’s hips were moving in figure eights and circles, and he noticed
the sarong she was wearing slipping lower and lower, revealing more of
her perfectly tanned skin.  He swallowed, realizing that he was about
to find out if she was tanned all over.  When the fabric puddled to the
floor, he groaned audibly, staring at the patch of trimmed dark hair
just above her pussy.

She moved around, turning her back to him but watching him with her
wide, dark eyes and a soft smile.  Her tight ass clenched firmly with
each movement.  Dustin reached down and undid his pants, pulling out
his cock and stroking it as Kanoa danced for him.

“Oh yes,” she whispered, turning back to him, the smile on her face
wider.  She ran her hands over her tits, cupping them and then tugging
at the nipples.  Dustin’s prick was throbbing in his hand, like a
missile before launch.  She ran her hands over the perfect brown of her
flat stomach, bringing her palms together as she plunged them between
her thighs.

“Oh god,” Dustin panted, fisting his dick more rapidly as Kanoa’s hands
slid back and forth between her thighs.  She was gloriously beautiful,
even more so now that he could see her touching her cunt and smell the
juices.  She watched him stroking his cock, the head swollen and red as
he got closer to coming.

Dustin could see Kanoa’s breasts rising and falling as her breathing
increased.  She turned away and bent forward, one hand on her clit as
her ass and thighs opened, revealing the pretty brown eye of her
asshole and the warm, wet mouth of her cunt.  “You are so beautiful,”
he moaned, as the cum poured from his dick, flowing down over his hand.

Kanoa whimpered in pleasure as she came, thrusting a finger inside her
gripping cunt lips and then stood up, licking her fingers as she looked
at him.  “Thank you,” she said simply, and smiled.

The minute she walked into the service station, I knew I had to have
her.  She was this pretty, petite Japanese woman, driving an expensive
car.  She said her name was Fumiko, and asked if I could take a look
under the hood.  She stood with me while I looked around, and the smell
of her perfume and her long black hair brushing against my arm gave me
a hard-on that was driving me crazy.

I turned around to talk to her, and she was standing so close to me
that my throbbing prick pressed up against her stomach.  Her beautiful
brown eyes widened as she felt the length of my cock, and then she
smiled.  “Is it true what they say about black men having big cocks?”
she asked.  The sound of such a sexy woman saying the word “cock”
nearly made me cream in my pants.

“Would you like to find out, baby?” I asked.  She tilted her head up,
and I bent down and kissed her as I felt her hand sliding down my
chest.  Soon enough she had her fingers wrapped around my boner and was
pumping it through my dirty jumpsuit.  Her hand barely fit around my
shaft, and I just knew that when I got inside her, she would be tight,
just the way I like it.

It was dirty and smelly inside the garage, so I suggested we move into
the office.  Fumiko practically ran in, pulling off her expensive suit
and tossing it aside.  She wasn’t wearing a bra, and I put my hands on
her small, bare tits immediately, squeezing them and rubbing her thick
nipples with my fingers.  “Touch my pussy,” she whispered.  I put my
hand down under her panties.  She was already hot and creamy, and my
prick gave a big lurch when I felt how tight she was.

Fumiko helped me off with my clothes.  I was pretty sweaty from having
worked all day, but she didn’t mind.  She ran her tongue all over me,
licking the sweat off my skin as she pumped my dick.  Then she sat down
in the chair and opened her mouth wide, licking my cockhead before
sucking it into her mouth.  She knew just how to give head, looking up
at me with her lips wrapped around my prick, using her tongue on the
underside of my shaft.  I stroked her silky hair as I pumped my prick
in and out of her mouth.

“I want to fuck you, baby,” I said.  Fumiko reluctantly let go of my
dick and pulled off her panties.  She bent over the desk, wiggling her
pretty ass at me.  I moved up behind her, positioning my thick cockhead
at the entrance to her glistening slit, and pushed in slowly.  Fumiko
had her hand between her thighs, rubbing her clit as I penetrated her
pussy, and as she felt my rod parting her pussy lips, she came hard,
bucking and moaning on my cock.

By the time I had myself buried to the hilt, Fumiko had already come
twice.  We fucked from behind, my hands rubbing her creamy ass cheeks
while she pleasured her clit.  “I’m ready to come, baby,” I said.  “How
do you want it?”

She pulled off my cock and I sat back in the chair as she straddled
me.  Her slim legs hung over the sides of the chair, and I could see
every inch of my dick disappearing into her steamy pussy as she lowered
herself onto my pole.  I tongued her pretty tits while she bounced up
and down on my dick, stimulating my aching cock with her tight, wet
twat.  I grabbed her hips, pulling her down once more as I exploded
into her beautiful pussy, filling her with my cream.  Fumiko came again
as my dick pulsed inside her, making my orgasm even more intense.

After we got dressed, I went out and did a quick repair on Fumiko’s
car.  I told her to come back if she had any more problems, or even if
she just needed a quick fill-up.

Matthew and K.C. had been married for eight years, but since her family
lived in Japan, he had never met them.  They had finally saved up
enough money for both of them to travel to visit them, and Matthew was
very nervous.

Their first night in her family’s home, Matthew was lying in bed
waiting for K.C. to come to bed.  When she entered the bedroom, he was
surprised to see that she was wearing a long, formal kimono, and her
hair was bound up in ornamental chopsticks.  She bowed formally to him.
Matthew felt his cock rising.  She wasn’t wearing any makeup, and the
kimono showed off her slim body and her high, firm tits.

“Welcome to Japan,” she whispered.  “I would like to show you our
hospitality.”  Matthew swallowed, pulling back the sheet to reveal his
prick, tenting his boxers.  K.C. looked beautiful and demure.  He arose
from the futon and walked towards her.

“Your parents will hear us,” he whispered, stroking her breasts through
the embroidered silk of her kimono.  The door was only a wood frame
with rice paper panels.

“Then we will be very very quiet,” K.C. whispered back, pressing her
slender body against his.  She was a good ten inches shorter than he
was, and he had to bend over slightly to kiss her.  They embraced
passionately, and Matthew tried hard to control his breathing as his
beautiful wife rubbed her hips against his straining cock.

Pulling back, K.C. unfastened the long red obi from around her waist,
allowing the kimono to swing open.  Matt groaned softly and reached
under the soft fabric to caress her lovely tits.  He rubbed her nipples
against the skin at the base of his thumbs, stroking her soft, pale
skin with his fingertips.  His dick was throbbing in time to his heart.
He wanted nothing more than to have a really loud, passionate fuck,
but the idea that they would have to be quiet was turning him on.

K.C. slid her kimono off her petite shoulders, allowing it to pool on
the ground, and then dropped to her knees, slipping her fingers
expertly under the elastic of his boxers and then sucking his cock into
her mouth.  “Oh yes,” Matthew hissed.

“Shhh,” K.C. whispered, pulling her mouth off his cock and then taking
it between her warm, wet lips again.  Matthew reached down and pulled
the pretty sticks from her hair, letting it fall forward over her
angular features as she bobbed up and down on his cock.  He stroked her
head as her tongue flicked over his cockhead and her delicate fingers
teased his balls.

After she had sucked him so much his prick was shiny and wet, she moved
back and smiled up at him.  She crawled over onto the futon and Matthew
eagerly followed, kneeling behind her as she spread her legs and rested
on all fours.  He pressed the tip of his cock against her pussy and
thrust in, feeling the familiar welcoming warmth of her tunnel around
his sensitive, throbbing dick.

“Not there,” K.C. whispered.  Matthew looked down, confused, and K.C.
reached around, pressing her finger against her asshole.  It was shiny,
she had lubed it before coming in.  Matthew sighed in pleasure.  She
had never let him fuck her ass before, but she obviously wanted to show
him true hospitality.

He flexed his hips back, withdrawing his protesting cock from her
pussy, and looked down at his swollen rod, shining with her pussy
juices.  He pressed his bulging cockhead against her asshole, admiring
the shiny light brown pucker against the red of his dick. He held onto
K.C.’s slender hips as he pushed forward.

Her anus opened to accommodate the swell of his prick.  He was amazed
by the tightness and heat inside her ass.  As he pushed forward, he
reached under her and rubbed her clit.  K.C. shivered in pleasure as
his fingers massaged her hard clit.

Matthew pushed deep inside her ass and held still for a moment,
allowing her tight opening to adjust to his prick.  He moved his
fingers in quick circles over her clit, knowing that an orgasm would
make her asshole squeeze and increase both of their pleasure.

When he felt her sphincter relax around his prick, he began thrusting
back and forth lightly in her ass.  Soon K.C. groaned and he felt her
clit throb against her fingers and her asshole clenching tightly around
his dick.  He held his breath to keep from groaning back and removed
his hand from her clit, licking off her juices and then holding her
hips again as he began fucking her ass vigorously.

K.C.’s hair swayed back and forth as she pushed back against him. 
Matthew exhaled and pressed deep inside her ass as he began to come. 
Halfway through, he pulled out and spilled the rest of his cum onto his
wife’s gorgeous ass, rubbing the white cream in with his fingers.  When
he finished, they lay together on the futon and kissed lovingly.

“How do you like my country?” K.C. whispered.

“I like it very much so far,” Matthew responded, and kissed his wife’s
sexy, smiling mouth.