February 2007

Hello, my love. I’ve been waiting so long for you, dreaming of you,
imagining what you’d be like. It’s not good for the two of us not to
introduced, you know. So much left unsaid. So much left unanswered.

At any rate, I thought I’d take this opportunity to maybe fill in some
of the blanks. I truly enjoy extended foreplay and long bouts of oral
sex. In fact, the fantasies I’ve been having of you the past two days
have centered on a full-body tongue bath, lots of kissing and sucking
of your breasts, and hours of cunnilingus. Since I’m very oral, I
love all activities that allow me to be so. I’m also quite visual, so
seeing you in sexy attire would REALLY turn me on. In fact, if you
did a strip performance for me, I’d probably be unable to keep my
hands off myself.

I believe that sex, like food, can be partaken on a subsistence level
to a gourmet level, and the over-all quality of one’s sex life is
determined by a mixture of romance, drama, sensuality and the
extraordinary. I’ve been told I have an exceptional ability to
please, but what does that mean? I’m sure there are also those who
didn’t think I was so hot. I do know my greatest pleasure comes from
pleasing, however, and I work diligently at it. And I’ve been told
often enough that I have Magic Fingers that I now believe it.

I’m a romantic at heart, revel in sensuality and love eroticism. My
mind is far and away my most erogenous zone, but that shouldn’t be
news to you. The only kinky fantasies that have ever turned me off
involved pain. All the rest interested or excited me, and many I’ve
helped enact. I’d love to hear all of your secret desires. For me,
the journey and suspense toward orgasm is the best part of sex - far
more important than orgasm itself, although that’s pretty good, too!

What would I do with you? A book would be required to say it all - or
a couple of nights of communication. But let me pass on some ideas to
wet your appetite - and the furry little nest of passion between your
thighs. How about a bubblebath for two with vanilla scented candles,
soft music, fruit, cheese and champaigne to sip from the glass and
lick from your breasts? How about cheesecake in a Hollywood-sized bed
in a hotel suite? You’re naked under the sheets when the cute, young
bellhop delivers. We could play two, insecure teenagers at the
drive-in, sitting in the backseat of Dad’s limo, sharing a bottle of
“smuggled” wine and furtive caresses. Sex outdoors heightens the
senses and provides the thrill of possible detection. (You know, all
of what I’ve mentioned could be done with 2 or 3 people.) Slow
dancing in the dark. Naked. Sultry saxaphone. Your scent. My
breath. Your soft sighs. Your breasts caressing my hairy chest, our
nipples touching. My cock wedged between your thighs. Maybe you’d
like to have Matt or a girlfriend come up behind you to wrap you in a
blanket of warm nakedness.

How about the classic Zipless Fuck? We meet on the top floor of a
parking ramp. We embrace, make love quickly and passionately, then go
our separate ways. No words spoken other than our cries of passion.
Or we meet for the first time at the door of a motel room. I answer
your knock naked, or dressed only in my shorts. Or we could switch
the roles. How would I find you dressed - or undressed?

Would you like to go to an X-rated movie theater dressed only in garter
belt, nylons, heels and a long coat? We could play with each other
throughout the movie. Maybe you’d like to have another man along. A
man on each arm as we do the town. Or maybe you’d like to rent an
X-rated video that contains your special interests. I could bring my
VCR to the room and eat you throughout the movie. Would you like to
lay on a bed, reading an erotic book while I’m between your legs
gobbling you up? We would both be detached and doing our own thing,
yet still really pursuing pleasure together.

Maybe you’d like to be tied down and teased for hours. Or would you
prefer to tie me up and do the same thing to me? Maybe you’d like to
be a Queen, with me as your pleasure slave devoted to your
entertainment. Your private sex toy to be used for your pleasure
alone. Speaking of toys, I have several we could play with together.

Would you like to have someone secretly watch us from outside the room?
Through a window? Hiding in a closet? Neither of us know he is
there? You know, but I don’t? Or maybe you’d prefer to have me
secretly watch instead. I’d love to watch you in the throes of
passion. Would you like for me to join you later? I’m an
accomplished amateur photographer. Would you like me to photograph
your lovemaking for your album?

My one regret is we’ll only have one first time together. The
anticipation and the uncertainty always adds so much to the scenario.
I remember so many first times when the excitement came from the fact
it was a first time. Should it be slow and romantic? Dinner and
drinks in a quiet restaurant. Our hands tentatively caressing under
the table, then exploring, holding us both on the verge of orgasm. I
remove my hand and lick your juices from my fingers while our eyes
talk of their desire. We go to a room and embrace. Your breasts
pressed to my chest. My hardness pressed to your tummy. Kisses on
your lips, your cheeks, your neck, your ears while I slowly remove
your clothes. Your blouse is off. Your skirt. Kisses on your
shoulders. Your bra is gone. I stand back to admire your beauty.
You cup your breasts and offer them to me. I bury my face in their
fullness while I caress your back and pantied bottom. I lay you on
the bed and stop to remove your shoes.

Ah, your feet. Let me kiss them for awhile, my love. I promise to
hold then firmly so as not to tickle, but let me lick and suck your
toes. I want the electricity shooting up your legs to your pussy
until your fingers slowly snake beneath your panties to caress
yourself to orgasm while I excite your feet and watch. Then I bury my
face between your thighs, your musky aroma making me heady with
passion. Licking and sucking you through your panties until we both
yank them off in our impatience. Then to taste your sweet womanhood
at last. To run my tongue through the folds of your sex. To take you
once again to the cliffs and drop you. But of course, by this time,
I’ll be beyond control with my own excitement. So we both strip my
clothes off so I can penetrate you and drive us both to delirium.

Or should we add a touch of eroticism to it instead? A get acquainted
drink in the lounge before I draw a hot, sudsy bath for you. Alone,
you disrobe and hide amidst the suds. I return, fully clothed, to
talk or read erotic poetry by candlelight. Ah yes, the romance; but
here you are, naked in the tub, while a virtual stranger sits, fully
dressed in the same room. As the suds recede, your breasts come
slowly into view. Tantalizing. I lead you from the tub, dry you off,
then lay you on your tummy on the bed. Stripped to my shorts, I begin
to massage your naked body. It’s my special massage that first relaxes
and soothes you, then heightens your skin sensations, then stimulates
your erogenous zones, then spreads your sexual energy throughout your
body, growing heavier and heavier with desire. Finally, after an hour,
I French you to an orgasm that is as intense at your fingertips as it
is in your pussy.

What would I do with you? Give me 1000 nights, and I’ll show you 1000
ways. I don’t think I could ever tire of thinking up new ways to turn
the both of us on.

And you, my love. What are your interests? Did I give you an image
you particularly enjoyed? Would you like more? Drop old Peeper a
line and tell me more.

Men often complain that their wives aren’t interested in sex, but my
husband doesn’t complain at all—I’m the one with the complaint!
From early morning to late at night, my husband works as a heavy
equipment salesman. He makes tons of money, but he never makes love to
me except for a half-hearted effort on some weekends. What’s even
worse, when he gets home at night he usually falls asleep on the couch.
We never see a movie, go out to dinner, or even just go to the mall to
get out of the house. Yes, if it wasn’t for the fact that he gives me
and the kids all the money we need, life would be unbearable.

The worst thing, though, is that I really loved him before he began
to think of nothing but work. I still do love him, and that’s why for
15 years I never thought of cheating on him. I always thought
everything would be allright if he’d just think of me sometimes instead
of how many bulldozers he can sell to the big account in Idaho!

Anyway, when I told him I was getting bored and needed something to
do during the day (he doesn’t want me to work; he says he makes more
money than we could ever spend, and he might be right!), he said “Why
don’t you go volunteer to work at the hospital. That should keep you
busy!”

Although I don’t like the sight of blood, I responded to an ad in the
paper looking for hospital volunteers. As I was given a tour of the
hospital, the volunteer coordinator explained that I would basically
help the nurses–make sure ice water bottles in rooms are filled, maybe
push a patient around in a wheelchair, get newspapers for the patients,
and so on. It didn’t sound too dificult, so I told them I would begin
on Monday.

Since I’m just 36, I was easily the youngest volunteer in the
hospital. Most of the daytime help consisted of retired gents, or
elderly widows after the retired gents. Still, everyone pitched in and
made themselves useful. After the first week, I was finding the work
very rewarding and I looked forward to my four-hour shift three days a
week! I was still frustrated by my husband’s lack of attention, but the
volunteer work provided some outlet and relief from my physical
cravings for sex.

After about three weeks on the job, the head nurse assigned me the
job of filling up the ice water bottles in each room. The wing I was
working on was mostly orthopedic patients. It wasn’t very crowded, and
several of the rooms only had one patient in them. As I pushed my cart
along, I reached the last room in the corridor, took a bottle off the
car and breezed unannounced into a room.

I didn’t think before pushing aside the privacy curtains around the
bed, and I soon learned why they were closed! The patient, a
good-looking male around my age, was sitting up in the bed masturbating
himself while looking at a pornographic magazine! While my sudden
entrance briefly startled him, his reaction startled me. “Well,” he
said, “did you come to just watch, or did you want to give me a hand!”

I then realized that instead of putting the ice bottle down and
leaving, I had just stood there staring at his huge prick. Maybe it was
because I hadn’t seen an erect cock at home in a few weeks, or maybe I
was just in shock at finding this patient jerking himself off. Whatever
the reason, I finally responded by blushing, mumbling “excuse me,” and
rushing out of the room.

Soon it was time to go home, but that night I could hardly sleep.
And, when I did, all I did was dream about that man holding his huge
cock and pumping his hand up and down the shaft. I soon woke up and,
with fantasies of that big cock floating through my head, I began to
caress my clit with my fingers, moving slowly back and forth until I
felt a wetness between my legs.

My clit was now swollen and responding to the least bit of pressure, so
as I rubbed it around and round, I inserted two fingers into my cunt.

Imagining they were the patient’s huge cock, I felt my body began to
respond. But, I knew my fingers were no match for his huge prick. I
began to rub my clit and cunt faster and faster, and a quickening arose
in my twat. Faster and faster I moved my hands, but my own hands could
not provide the satisfaction I needed!

Reaching over I tried to arouse my husband, and I started rubbing my
hands up and down his flaccid shaft. But, there was no response, either
from him, or his limp prick. He was deep in sleep, probably dreaming
about the fuel-saving benefits of a 18,000 horsepower diesel earth
mover!

It was no use! I rolled over, and with my juicy cunt longing for a good
fucking, cried myself to sleep. The next day was Tuesday, and because
I didn’t have a shift at the hospital until Wednesday, I went to the
hairdresser, got my nails done, bought some makeup, and finished my
food shopping. Oddly enough, I didn’t think about the patient, or his
huge cock, all day or night. I didn’t even think about him when I
reported for duty the next day!

But, it wasn’t long before I was thinking about him. When the nurse
told me to take the newspaper down to Room 101, I felt my heart jump.
As I walked down the hall with the paper in my hand, I didn’t know if
the lump in my throat was from fear or anticipation. It wasn’t long
before I found out!

This time, I knocked at the door and heard the man say come in. His
privacy curtains were open, so I mustered up my courage and walked over
to the bed and held out the paper to him. He just sat there and smiled,
and it was almost like he was reading my mind.

“Please put the paper on the table,” he said. “I’ll read it later.”
I was just getting ready to turn and leave, when I heard him push the
switch that closes the privacy curtains. As the curtains closed around
us, he said “There’s something I want you to see.”

With that, he pulled the waistband of his pajamas down to reveal
his huge cock. I realized then that I wanted to see it as much as he
wanted me to see it. It was beautiful, and he must have seen my
appreciation of it in my face.

“Would you like to hold it?” he asked. Instead of answering, I
reached over and took his organ in my hand. As I began to move my hand
up and down the shaft, I could see and feel it gorging with blood,
growing longer and thicker with each caress of my hand. “That’s
nice,” he said. “Your hands feel much nicer on my cock than my own
hands. Pump a little faster if you want to!”

My hand started sliding up and down his shaft in a fast rhythm, but
I soon realized his prick was too much for one hand. One hand grabbed
the base of his cock, while the other massaged the meaty head of his
shaft. He started to move his hips in tandem with my grasps along the
length of his shaft, and soon I saw the glistening of semen that
dribbles out when excitement starts to build.

Having been without sex for several weeks, I couldn’t control myself
any longer. Leaning over the bed, I sucked his cock deep into my mouth,
and began to run my mouth up and down the shaft so that his tip must
have went halfway down my throat. It was only seconds before I felt his
hot cum squirting in torrents down my throat, into my mouth, and
dribbling out onto my cheeks.

I sucked and sucked on his prick until every last drop of cum was
gone. As I did, I felt my juices dripping down my thighs as a wave of
satisfaction swept through my body. Suddenly, we heard steps in the
hallway, and as I quickly composed myself, he covered himself up like
nothing happened. A few seconds later the nurse came in and sent me on
some errands.

When I came back to work on Friday, the patient with the big cock
was gone. I never saw him again, but from that day on my sex life got
better and better.

You see, the nurse wasn’t coming down to the room that day to send me
on an erand. She had been blowing the guy ever since he was in the
hospital (I don’t think anything was wrong with him—he just liked to
spend a few days getting sucked!), and he told her I gave head almost
as good as the head nurse!

Well, she spread the word around the hospital, and soon I was spreading
my legs, my cunt, my ass and everything else for doctors, interns,
orderlies! You name it, I fucked it!

It’s a little easier putting up with my husband’s lack of interest in
sex now. I get all the money I want at home, and all the sex (and more)
I need at the hospital.

And, just yesterday the staff named me “Volunteer of the Year!”

Todd and Sherry were next-door neighbors. She was a fifty year-old
divorcee, and he was a twenty-five year-old virgin. Or at least he had
been until she met him. She had promised to make him the greatest
lover in the world, or at least in their neighborhood.

The first lesson, she said, was all for him. He had done a little
heavy petting, but he had never seen a woman naked, and never had sex.
So they kissed for a while, and she taught him how to rub her pussy
until she was nice and wet. She said that she would have liked to suck
his cock, but she didn’t want him to come before he even got to fuck
her. Sherry lay on her back; pulling her legs apart for him as Todd
eased his prick inside her pussy. It didn’t last long, but she told
him it was okay, that he would learn.

The second lesson, Sherry said they were still going to concentrate on
him, but not to get too used to it, because she didn’t want him getting
lazy. She had told him to masturbate before coming over, so his
endurance was pretty high. First she sucked his cock, showing him all
the different techniques and asking him what felt best to him. Sherry
said that it was important to know what you liked so you knew what to
ask for. She deep-throated him, then she sucked using only her lips
and tongue, she played with his balls, she tried so many things that
Todd’s head felt like it was spinning from the pleasant sensations.
Then they fucked. Sherry said that there were more positions than she
could count, but she wanted him to experience the basic three: him on
top, her on top, and doggie-style. After Todd had finally come inside
her from doing it the last way, Sherry asked him which was his
favorite. “That one,” he said, panting for breath, his cock exhausted.
“Good,” she said. “Mine too.”

The third lesson, Sherry again told Todd to masturbate before coming
over, but when he arrived, she said this time he wasn’t going to come
at all. “I’ve taught you what you like,” she said. “Today I’m going
to teach you how to make love to a woman.” Todd, under Sherry’s
direction, carefully stripped away her clothing, kissing her
passionately, massaging her breasts gently, paying close attention to
her stiff nipples. Sherry moaned in pleasure and nodded. “Good,
good,” she said. “Now my pussy.” She lay back on the bed and spread
her legs wide, reaching down and spreading her cunt wide, showing Todd
her clit and her anus before thrusting her finger into the hot tight
hole between them. “I’m going to show you how to eat pussy,” Sherry
said. For the next hour, Sherry took Todd’s tongue on a guided tour of
her cunt. He was a quick learner and she came over and over as he
wiggled his tongue over her clit, her slit, and her asshole. When she
finally told him he could stop, they were both exhausted and out of
breath, and Todd’s face was shiny with Sherry’s juices. He was hard,
and asked if he could fuck her, but Sherry said no. “If a man doesn’t
pay attention to a woman during sex, she doesn’t come. And I want you
to know how that feels.” Todd fell asleep, his cock hard and leaky.

The fourth lesson, Sherry told Todd he was ready to move on to more
advanced territory. She had him eat her pussy until she came, not
once, but twice. With her pussy still shuddering, winking open and
closed wetly, she spread her legs wide, pulling them up as she handed
Todd a bottle of lube. “Today you’re going to fuck my ass, so grease
it up good, and then do your cock.” Todd was so excited he was afraid
to touch his cock to grease it up for fear that he might come, but he
finally managed to get Sherry’s anus and his own prick nice and greasy.
“Now take it slow,” Sherry advised as he pushed his cockhead against
the bud of her asshole. Todd took it slowly, both for her sake and
because he was enjoying the sensation of her hot, tight ass sucking his
prick in. When he was buried to the balls, he held still for a moment
as her sphincter relaxed around his cock, and then began to fuck her
with long, hard strokes. He watched as Sherry reached down and rubbed
her own clit, coming again. When he felt her ass contracting around
his cock, he gasped and his cum spurted deep into her ass. When he
withdrew, Sherry had him lick her ass clean, and before he knew it he
was hard again and ready for another go-round.

The fifth lesson, Sherry said he was ready to graduate, but she wanted
him to make love to her, using everything she had taught him, as a
final exam. Todd nodded, lifting Sherry in his arms and carrying her
to the bedroom. He stripped her carefully, kissing her breasts and
sucking her nipples as he fingered her pussy until she was ready to
come, and then he dove between her thighs and ate her cunt until she
came. He asked her to deep-throat his cock, which he had enjoyed so
much, and Sherry nodded, taking him to the edge of his orgasm and then
squeezing the base of his prick to stop his cum. They fucked slowly at
first, Sherry riding his cock as he fingered her clit until she came
again, and then faster, from behind. When Todd finally came, his
orgasm was very intense.

After that, Sherry told him he was ready to go on his own. But she
told him that every time he made a woman come, he would think of her.
And he did.

I’m walking down a path in this nature preserve kind of thing. I don’t
have a backpack or anything, just a canteen at my hip and perhaps a
knife to mark my way through the trees. Anyway, I’m just there for the
day, and I’m enjoying nature… I find a small clearing, and go to
stand in the middle of it, drinking in the nature smells and sounds. I
hear a bird singing, and I close my eyes to enjoy it…

Suddenly, something lands on my back. Well, at first I thought that
something had landed, but as I turn around to look, I see that a
beautiful woman has softly placed her hand right between my
shoulderblades. No doubt my mouth falls open, for not only is she
extremely beautiful, she has also surprised the hell out of me. “I saw
you walking,” she says, softly, coyly… “I saw you walking, and I
couldn’t help myself… I just had to follow you…” She looks down
at her feet, and then up at me, through her eyelashes. I think of what
to say for a moment… it just seems that she is the most beautiful
creature I’ve seen anywhere. She’s got long dark blonde hair, her eyes
are green, and her lips, which are slowly working back and forth over
each other, are red. Her pink toungue quickly darts out to grab
something invisible off of her lip (no, she’s not a frog…). Her
ample breasts, encased in her white tank top, are slowly moing up and
down with her breath. Her waist is slim…. no extra poundage that I
can see. Her hips are medium-sized to large, and her legs are long and
smooth.

“Well… perhaps you’d care to walk with me…?” I finally get the
words out after what seems like an eternity of deliberation. So
we walk for a while, occasionally sharing words, savouring nature all
the while. Occasionally she glances up at me… more often than not,
we make eye contact. More often than not, she breaks away first… but
as time goes on, she gets bolder, and the gaze is held for longer
times. She is looking more beautiful by the minute… and soon it
appears that we are savouring the beauty of each other more and more,
and the importance of the nature around is slowly getting less and
less.

Eventually, we get to another clearing. Only God knows how far we’ve
walked together, or exactly where we are… However, I can hear the
faint babbling of a creek. I know I’m not all that lost. She
moves to the center of the clearing, and stands with her back twoards
me. I walk up to her, as softly as I can… but it looks like she
knows I’m there, for when I get within about three feet of her, she
turns to face me. We look into each others eyes… for what seems
like another eternity, we gaze. Finally, she breaks the gaze… she
half-closes her eyes, and swiftly closes the distance between us. She
comes to me, and as I am about to put my arms around her, I hear her
whisper something that sounds like “I need you…”

As the hug extends itself in time, I start to run my hands up and down
her back. She hold me tighter, and I give her a squeeze… She starts
to do the same to me. Convieniently, her tank top is outside of her
khaki shorts, so I take the invitation, and place my hands on the bare
flesh of her back. It is smooth and cool… I think that it is much
unlike my own must be. I run my hands along her spine… the groove
that it makes is well defined. She pulls my black shirt out of my
khaki shorts, and she begins to feel my back as well. It is heaven.

I change to running my hands in circles. Eventually I get to her bra,
and, after a moment’s thought, I deftly undo it. Surprisingly enough,
she doesn’t pull away… she keeps her arms around me, and whimpers
just a little bit — almost inaudibly. Her touch gets stronger, more
insistent… I move away just a little bit, in order to look at her.
Everything about her says ‘YES!’… her eyes gaze soulfully into mine,
and her hands reach out to rest on my shoulders. Then they swiftly
move to the buttons of my shirt, which they deftly undo… she puts
her hands inside my shirt and hugs me again. I hear a definite
‘mmmmm….’ as I raise her tank top as far as it’ll go. She obligingly
steps away breifly, and allows me to whisk the garment above her
shoulders and off, onto the ground. Her bra falls to the ground as
well, and her gorgeous breasts shake free. I place my hands around
them, lovingly cupping them… my jaw must be at my feet, for she
whispers “So you like them?” I nod my head, looking at her only
briefly. I fall to my knees, kissing and licking her breasts.
She shucks my shirt for me, and begins to knead my shoulders.

After a while, I move my ministrations to her stomach. The warmth
coming from her lower regions is palpable now; I can feel it on my face
as my tounge nudges into her bellybutton. I move lower, I undo the top
buttons of her shorts, I undo the bottom buttons. Her shorts fall to
her feet (with a little help from me), and suddenly she is wearing
nothing but bikini panties, shoes, and a necklace. My hand reaches up
to cup her mound, and I look up… her eyes are closed, and her head
is tilted back in ecstasy. My hand, now moving with a will of its own,
pulls her panties down around her ankles. Her vagina is now radiating
heat like a heatlamp… I knelt on the ground, looking up at this
beautiful woman. I lowered my head, licking her, her wet sweet on my
tounge. Palms cradling her hips, I held her, raised her like a
chalice, lips pressing tight while my tongue sought the point that
would bring her home. She screamed in pleasure…

As the echoes died away in the woods, I sat back on my forelegs. She
came down to meet me, a prurient smile on her lips. She pushed me to
the side, then quickly got on top of me. Closing her eyes, she kissed
me… what a kiss. Before long, her tounge found its way into my
mouth and started exploring. Meantime, her hands were exploring the
bulge in my shorts. Her hands seemed to have wills of their own as
they undid the button at the top of the garment, then sliding the
zipper down to the bottom if its track. She bade me raise my hips off
the ground, so she could slide my shorts down… Then she ran her
tounge down to the rock hard member inside my briefs. Hungrily, she
pulled them off, freeing Mr Happy to stand on end. She licked it like
a lollypop, then she put her mouth around it and began sucking in
earnest. Licking, sucking… I went out of my head. But before I
came, she moved her head back up onto mine… she moved her whole
naked body on top of mine. In the midst of the resulting long, deep
kiss, I entered her. She moaned as I did, and continued moaning as I
moved inside of her.

An instant later and yet an eternity, I found release… she did too,
several times. We lay together, exhausted… we must have fallen
asleep together, for the next I remember, it was getting dimmer as the
sun went down. We quickly got up, got dressed, and began walking back
to civilisation, arms around each other.

“I’d like to lose some weight,” Emily explained to the nutritionist.
“And get in better shape.”

Shelley, the nutritionist, nodded and smiled. “Well you look like
you’re in great shape,” she said. “I’ll just do some body measurements
to find out.” Emily stood as Shelley began measuring her body.
Shelley’s fingers prodded firmly at Emily’s muscles, sliding over her
calves and legs, stomach, ass, arms, even her tits. Instead of feeling
uncomfortable at having her body explored so openly, Emily found
herself getting aroused.

Shelley trailed her fingers along Emily’s arm, her knuckles skimming
over Emily’s stiff nipples as she did. “I can tell you how to eat
better,” she said finally. “But your body is in peak condition.”
Emily shifted slightly, feeling the damp crotch of her panties as she
did.

“Even your breasts are perfect,” Shelley said. “Like mine, see?” She
guided Emily’s hands to her breasts and laid them there. Emily
breathed slowly as she felt Shelley’s warm mounds filling her hands.
She ran her fingers over Shelley’s nipples, feeling them harden against
her hands. “Mmm, yeah, just like that,” Shelley said, closing her eyes.

Emily leaned forward and kissed Shelley firmly. Her tongue played over
Shelley’s lips as she continued squeezing her tits, rubbing them with
her hands. Shelley was moaning quietly. Emily sat back on the edge of
Shelley’s desk and pushed her thigh between Shelley’s legs. She could
feel Shelley’s pussy dripping through her panties, and she rubbed her
thigh back and forth, feeling the stiff nub of Shelley’s clit against
her skin.

“I’ve got something for you to eat,” Shelley grinned. She pulled back
and stripped off her skirt and panties. Her pussy was surrounded with
light brown curly hair, growing wild around the pink folds of her wet
pussy. “Lots of nutrients,” she said, fingering herself.

“Now that’s a balanced diet,” Emily said. She slid one finger down and
ran it over Shelley’s clit, making her jump in response. “Let me see
how it tastes.” Shelley sat down, hooking her legs over the arms of
the chair and Emily began licking her pussy. She lapped hungrily at
Shelley’s slit, tasting the tangy juices. As she licked Shelley’s
clit, she fingered her pussy, swirling her finger along the outside of
Shelley’s dripping cunt lips faster and faster.

“I’m coming,” Sheila gasped in pleasure. Emily felt Sheila’s cunt lips
contracting around her finger and her clit throbbing, and she swallowed
the juices that leaked from Sheila’s pussy. “How does it taste?”
Shelley asked, teasing.

“Good,” Emily answered, licking her lips. “But it’s not really a
balanced diet by itself. I think I need a little something extra.”

“Oh really?” Shelly asked, arching an eyebrow. She bent forward over
the desk, spreading her legs wide, and then using her hands to part her
firm, creamy ass cheeks. “Like this?”

Emily chuckled. “Exactly like that.” She sat in the chair Shelley had
just left and began tonguing Shelley’s pretty ass. She licked the pink
bud until it sparkled with her saliva, and then she began thrusting her
tongue inside the tight hole, working it in further and further with
each stroke. Shelley was moaning in pleasure and rubbing her clit
frantically.

While Emily continued tonguing Shelley’s anus, she moved her finger
between Shelley’s thighs and began fingering her slit again, rubbing
and tweaking her cunt lips. She pushed her tongue deep inside
Shelley’s ass and her finger deep inside her pussy at the same time,
and Shelley came hard, moaning and wiggling back against Emily’s tongue
and finger.

“Is that what you had in mind by a balanced meal?” Emily grinned
finally.

Shelley laughed. “It’s a start,” she said. “Why don’t you come back
next week and I’ll put you on a special diet.”

“Can I get a number four and a three with bacon on the side?” Lorraine
called, clipping her order to the wheel and hitting the bell. I
watched her walk back to the counter, her ass twitching under her tight
uniform skirt, her brown legs ending in short white socks and sneakers.

My cock was hard as a rock under my chef’s uniform pants watching her
swinging that booty around the diner all day. I wanted nothing more
than to get a piece of that beautiful black pussy, and Lorraine knew it.

I guess that night she had decided to give me what I wanted, because
she asked me to drive her home, and then she invited me in. As we
walked up the stairs to her apartment, I could see up her skirt. She
wasn’t wearing panties. Her big brown cunt lips, surrounded with soft
hairs, winked at me with every step. By the time we got inside, my
dick was about to shoot off like a bottle rocket.

“You want to see these titties?” Lorraine asked me, circling her
nipples with her fingers until I could see the buds clearly outlined
through her uniform. I nodded like a jackass, but Lorraine just smiled
and undid the waitress outfit, letting it fall to the floor. Her hips
and tits were all woman, her cone-shaped boobs sticking out at me with
big hard brown nipples. I had to have a taste. I held one tit in each
hand as I bent over and sucked on them.

“Mmm, you love that chocolate,” Lorraine purred, running her hands
through my hair as I sucked and licked her nipples. I was in heaven
with all that juicy tit-flesh in my hands and mouth. But as I tasted
her boobs, I could smell her cunt getting wetter and wetter.

“I want to eat your pussy,” I panted, still squeezing her breasts in my
hands.

“Oooh, well you be my guest,” Lorraine purred. She sat back on the
couch and spread her legs for me. She was still wearing her sneakers
and socks, but I was only concentrating on the puffy wet lips of her
cunt as she spread them wide for me. The inside was bright pink, and
Lorraine was running a long fingernail over her clit as I stripped off
my clothes and then knelt in front of her.

I took a deep breath and dove in to Lorraine’s cunt. It was sweaty and
slick from her working all day, and my dick throbbed as the scent
filled my head and the salty-sweet taste poured over my tongue. I
lapped that cunt for all I was worth, sticking my tongue inside her
hole and running it around, sucking and nibbling on her clit. Lorraine
held onto my shoulders and humped my face, swearing like a sailor as I
made her come.

“Put it in me,” she moaned finally. I moved up and thrust my dick into
her soupy snatch with one deep thrust. She was so wet and slick that I
had no problem burying myself up to the balls. I ground my hips
against her, letting the base of my dick rub her clit, and Lorraine
started shaking and moaning again. As I stroked her pussy, I bent down
to suck on her tits, mouthing her big boobs as I thrust in and out of
her. They were jiggling so much it was hard to keep my mouth on them.

Lorraine wrapped her sneakered feet behind my ass and pulled my cock
deep inside her beautiful brown pussy. I grunted, burying my face
between her soft tits as I came, my cock wiggling like a hose inside
her as I sprayed my jism inside her cunt.

A week passed after that night, and at work, Lorraine acted like
nothing had happened. Meanwhile, I was beating my meat behind the sink
nearly every five minutes as I watched her walking around, remembering
what was hiding under that uniform. I got sloppy, burned some orders.

“What the hell is going on back here?” Lorraine shouted, coming through
the swinging doors of the kitchen. “I’ve got three tables waiting out
there.” She stopped when she saw that I was standing there in the
kitchen, my cock in my hand, my thumb rubbing the pre-cum around the
tip.

“I can’t stop thinking about you, Lorraine,” I said helplessly.
“You’re so damn sexy.”

Lorraine shrugged. “Well why didn’t you just say so?” She took out
her chewing gum, placed it behind her ear, and came right on over to me
and dropped to her knees right there in the kitchen. She pushed my
hand away and replaced it with her own, right before she took my pole
in her mouth.

Her pussy was better, but it was damn good to have Lorraine’s lips
wrapped around my dick, sucking up and down. I put my hands down the
front of her uniform and squeezed her boobs as she blew me. In no time
I shot my load down her throat. She pulled back, letting the last of
my cum drip onto her neck, and grinned at me.

“Can you get me my orders now?” she said, putting her gum back in her
mouth. She swung out of the kitchen, easy as you please.

I got Lorraine what she needed in short order.

“What’s your one weakness?” Eddie asked, pushing Helen’s soft blonde
hair from her face with his broad dark hand.

“Chocolate,” Helen sighed. Her perky tits were straining against her
blouse, her thick nipples clearly outlined against the white silk.

“What kind of chocolate?” Eddie asked. He unzipped his pants,
releasing his throbbing ebony rod. Helen gasped and moaned, sucking
one of Eddie’s fingers hungrily as she stared at his dick. It was rock
hard, and looked to be about three hands high, pulsing with thick
veins. The head was so black it seemed to glow purple, and it was
shiny with pre-cum. Helen licked her lips as he withdrew his finger
from her mouth.

“All kinds,” Helen said, watching as Eddie trailed his wet finger along
his cock, massaging the loose skin, making his prick throb even more
and grow harder. “Chocolate bars, chocolate kisses, chocolate cream.”

Eddie laughed, grasping his cock firmly in his hand and giving it a
squeeze. Helen moaned as she saw the cockhead bulging. “Why don’t you
taste a little of this chocolate?” he asked.

Helen pulled off her shirt and dove forward, sucking his cock into her
mouth rapidly. His dick was so long that she couldn’t take much of it
into her mouth, so Eddie continued stroking along the bottom of his
rod. “Does my chocolate taste good?” he asked, smiling down at her as
Helen’s pink lips bobbed up and down his shaft.

“Mmmm,” Helen said around the mouthful of cock. She flicked her tongue
around Eddie’s cockhead as she sucked. He was jerking his cock with
one hand and playing with her hair with the other. As she licked
faster, Eddie moved his hand down, squeezing her small breasts, rubbing
the stiff, wide nipples against his palm.

“You do love chocolate,” Eddie said, his voice a deep rumble. Helen
moaned as he played with her tits, glancing down to see his wide palms
spreading over her pale skin.

Helen slid her mouth off Eddie’s swollen cock and leaned back, pulling
her short skirt up around her waist. She wore no panties and her pussy
was shaved completely bare, exposing her pussy pink pussy lips. “I
want a little of that chocolate inside my pussy,” she said, smiling
impishly as she lowered herself onto Eddie’s prick. Eddie groaned in
pleasure as he watched his dark rod sliding into her, spreading her
hole wide as her juices dripped down his cock onto his balls.

“Chocolate melts in heat, you know,” Eddie said, moving his hands to
Helen’s tits and massaging them firmly as she rode his hard cock.

“Mmm, I know. And I’ll bet this chocolate has a nice creamy filling,”
Helen said, moaning in pleasure as she leaned forward to kiss Eddie,
stroking faster up and down his hard-on. Eddie was grunting in
pleasure. He pulled away from her mouth and sucked on her small, round
tits, sucking the nipples into his mouth and then pulling back, letting
them spring back gently onto the mounds.

“You love my big chocolate cock, don’t you, baby?” Eddie asked, holding
Helen’s tits as they jiggled. She was moving faster and faster,
fingering her clit as she bounced up and down on his prick.

“Oh yes!” Helen cried out, pressing her fingers hard against her clit
as she came. Eddie pressed his fingers against her nipples, tweaking
them softly to increase her pleasure, her cunt clamping down hard
against his huge rod.

“I’m gonna come, baby, hold on,” Eddie pushed his hips up, his enormous
cock deep inside her as he groaned, his cockhead mushrooming and
spitting out a load of sticky cum, coating the inside of her pussy.

They collapsed in each other’s arms, panting. Helen climbed off of
Eddie’s still-hard cock, licking it clean. “Mmm,” she smiled. “I do
love chocolate.”

“I know you do, baby,” Eddie said, smiling and pulling Helen’s mouth to
his, kissing her passionately.

When I went over to Vonda’s apartment she was crying. I figured that
she had just broken up with another one of her sleazy boyfriends. She
had the habit of dating men who didn’t treat her well, and I had never
understood why. See, I had been secretly in love with Vonda for years,
but we had been friends for so long that she just didn’t see me that
way. I held her, let her cry on my shoulder, handed her tissues.

“Why can’t I find a nice guy like you?” Vonda asked.

“I’m right here, baby,” I whispered. She looked at me, her large brown
eyes glittering with tears, and then she smiled. She was incredibly
beautiful, even in at that moment. Her warm brown skin gleamed in the
afternoon sun, her short dress showed off her shapely legs, and her
long, thick braids hung down over her shoulders, accenting her heavy
cleavage.

“You certainly are,” Vonda whispered, laying her hand on my cheek and
pulling my mouth towards hers. I was so stunned I didn’t know how to
react first. I’d been waiting for this forever and now her warm, wide
mouth was pressed against mine, her tongue darting between my lips.

After I had recovered from the initial surprise, I pulled her into my
arms and kissed her passionately. Our five years of friendship had
suddenly boiled over into passion, and we were like animals, our hands
grabbing at each other’s bodies. I slid my hands forward, holding her
tits in my hands. They were full and soft and heavy, just as I had
always imagined they would be. Meanwhile, Vonda’s hands had moved my
chest and she was unbuttoning my shirt quickly, tangling her fingers in
my curly chest hair.

Vonda kissed her way down my neck and then my chest, sliding from the
couch onto the floor as she fumbled to undo my pants. I groaned as she
opened my fly and then sucked my cock inside her mouth, without even
pausing to look at it. She wiggled her tongue along the underside of
the head, making me shiver and quake. All I could do was look at her
beautiful face, her lips wrapped around my straining cock and run my
fingers through her beautiful hair. When my dick was nice and juicy
with her saliva, she pulled back.

“I want you to fuck me,” Vonda said. She pulled her dress over her
head and I couldn’t help but gasp at her lovely body. Her breasts were
big with dark, stiff nipples, her hips were full and womanly, and the
kinky black hair that led down to her pussy gave off a most enticing
scent.

I pulled Vonda to me, kissing her again. “No,” I whispered to her,
slipping my hand between her thighs and rubbing her pussy. “I’m going
to make love to you.”

Vonda ground in pleasure as I laid her back on the couch. She spread
her legs for me and when I saw that gorgeous pussy I just had to lean
down and kiss it first. Vonda moaned in delight as my tongue separated
her warm, wet lips. Her hands went to my head, holding there as I
swirled my tongue around her labia and then sucked her clit between my
lips. Her sweet juices coated my lips and my cheeks as I rubbed my
face all around her sweet slit.

Vonda was gasping for breath, constantly moaning in pleasure and
writhing, rubbing her moist cunt all over my face. She pressed her
feet against my shoulders and arched her back as she came. I held her
clit firmly between my lips, feeling it throb. As soon as her orgasm
began to subside, I wiggled my tongue against the tip of the firm nub.
Vonda gasped and immediately went into more paroxysms of pleasure,
coming in again in a heated rush.

“Now,” she whispered urgently. “Now!” I moved up her body as she
spread her legs and positioned my cockhead at the entrance to her slit
with her hands. I braced myself against the arm of the couch and
pushed forward, sliding into her warm pussy with one easy stroke.

When I was buried inside to the hilt, Vonda wrapped her legs around me,
holding me there. I was breathing quickly, trying to keep my head
together enough so that I didn’t blow my wad right away. Vonda’s hands
moved down to my ass, clutching my buns and pushing me even deeper. I
took a deep breath and began to thrust in and out, slowly at first,
building to a faster and faster pace.

Vonda was groaning under me, shaking so hard that I thought we both
might fall off the couch. I was panting myself, feeling my stiff dick
sliding in and out of her wet cunt. “Baby, I’m gonna come,” I
whispered. Vonda moved her hands to my face, kissing me deeply as I
thrust inside her one last time, emptying my full balls into her
steaming twat.

“How come I never noticed you before?” Vonda asked, smiling at me
warmly.

“I’m glad you finally did,” I answered.

Julie, well, she was special. We started out at work, she was a
high-up in a neighboring department, I was a low-level programmer type
in another. She’d attend meetings concerning system conversions at
which I or another programmer on the team would be presenting
information. She was always the sweet one, helping to offset attacks
to the plan when somebody thought their toes were being stepped on.

We started innocently enough (or at least I did, anyway; I think she
had some experience in this sort of thing). I mean, I really wasn’t
overly attracted to her, and had never even dreamt of some of the
things I later found she was into. In a way, she reminded me of a girl
from college named Tammy.

Tammy was a big girl. Not fat, just broad shoulders and an
accompanying figure. When we were freshmen we played around a bit, but
nothing much happened. Then, when we were seniors, we started running
into each other more and more and we ended up back in her room, necking
and petting. There really wasn’t much talking, we just lay there in
the dark, knowing that after graduation we probably wouldn’t see each
other again, nibbling and stroking. She found her way down to my pants
and worked the zipper open, then proceeded to lick me with great
passion and thoroughness, bathing my whole midriff with her tongue.
All the while, I was aching for her to open her mouth, go for my
engorged cock, and take the shaft deep into her throat as I pumped my
hot come into her.

She took her time, though. She came back up without sucking me, and I
kissed her hard and ripped off her shirt. She had been gentle, but I
couldn’t wait. Her nipples were already hard as I began to lick them,
then had her lick my fingers before I rolled those nipples and she
rolled her eyes. I went for her pants but she stopped me, telling me
that it was the wrong time of the month, maybe next week. Then she
smiled and said “That doesn’t mean we can’t have fun, though.” and
headed back down to my cock.

With a little encouragement, she once again had be going hot and heavy,
ready to fire, and she still hadn’t sucked it yet. I had never had a
deep throat job before, but I was ready to make her take all of it
whether she wanted it or not. When she started to lower her lips
around the shaft, her fingers tickling my balls, I raised up off the
bed to meet her. She didn’t need my help. She was headed toward the
base of my cock and wasn’t going to be held back. Four strokes later I
grabbed the back of her head and held her down as I exploded, wave
after wave flowing into her from my hot cock. She stayed down for a
while, licking me and blowing cool air across my cock to cool it down.
Then she looked up and smiled. “I’ve been waiting for that. You
were very accommodating,” she said. I couldn’t talk, just laid there
and stroked her hair.

We did get together a week later, but that story will wait till later.
Julie reminded me a little of Tammy, mostly in that she wasn’t my
“type”. Again, she had a larger frame than I usually go for, but I
think it was mostly the attitude that made them seem alike to me. You
could tell that she wasn’t uptight about her sexuality.

Anyway, one day I was involved in doing a lengthy slide presentation. I
did the first half, then retired to the back of the room while one of
my team members did the second half. Julie had come in late, so she
took a chair against the back wall, and I ended up sitting next to her.
As the second half began, she leaned over and asked me a question
about the first half. I answered her, but she didn’t move back in her
chair. She stayed leaning across the arm of the chair, inches away
from me. Looking at her from the rest of the room, she looked like she
was arching her back to get a better look at the screen. Up close,
though, she was slowly undoing the top three buttons on her blouse.

I was getting more aroused by the second. I couldn’t believe she was
doing this in a public meeting. She unfastened her buttons down below
the bra line, then stopped. Then she reached inside and undid the
clasp of her bra, releasing her gorgeous breasts. I had an obvious
hardon watching her as she tweaked each nipple while absentmindedly
staring at the slides. Then she sat back up straight, leaving her
blouse open so that, looking at her from the side, I could see her
breasts clearly. She had me teased and she knew it. I sat there with a
massive erection, aching for relief and hoping nobody would ask me any
questions. Julie spent the last hour of the meeting rubbing her
breasts through her blouse, tweaking her nipples, and driving me wild.

Around 4:30 that afternoon, I paid a visit to her office. She had a
two part office; the secretaries were in the outer area, she was in a
separate room behind that. When I showed up, I could see that the
secretaries were gone for the day, but Julie’s door was open and she
was talking on the phone. I turned off the lights in the outer office
and pulled it closed behing me and threw the lock on the door. Then,
while Julie was still talking, I walked into her office, closed the
door, turned off the lights, and pulled the shade on the door’s
window. she looked up at me and smiled, the light from the windows
bringing out the highlights in her hair. I motioned for her to stay
on the phone. If she could tease me in public, I could give here a
tease too.

I could tell by her conversation that she was on the line with her
boss, who was over in the main administrative building. I started to
dance slowly in front of her, performing a strip tease for her. I
undid my shirt, then draped it over her head as she grew visibly more
excited. I whipped off my belt with a flourish and she missed a line in
her conversation, asking for a repeat. I perched on her lap and
started to undo her blouse, fingering the clasp and releasing her
breasts. This time it was me who did the tweaking, working her nipples
into a rock-hard state. I moved my mouth down to her breasts as she
arched her back to offer them to me, but I pulled back. She had to
want it more before I would give her that.

I stood in front of her and stripped down the rest of the way, gyrating
my hips as I released my engorged cock from my jeans. Still on the
phone, she got out of her chair and knelt in front of me, removing her
blouse from her shoulders in the process. She reached out for my cock
with her mouth, but I wouldn’t let her have it yet and rubbed it all
over her face, her hair, her neck. Suddenly, I heard her say “Okay, I
talk to you tomorrow.” and she stood quickly and hung up the phone.
She stood facing me and then wrapped her arms around me, pressing her
breasts against me as we kissed long and deep. She was grabbing my ass
I unzipped her skirt and let it drop to the floor. I could feel her
reaching for the desk, but I couldn’t tell what she was doing.

Suddenly, I felt her moving something around my wrists and I realized
MY BELT! She was belting my wrists together behind my back as she
pushed me up against the desk. When the belt was pulled tight, she
leaned back, showing off her chest, and said, “Now suck!” and I leaned
into her breasts as she offered them to me. Since I couldn’t touch
them, she did it for me, rolling the nipples and squeezing her breasts
as I licked and sucked at those gorgeous tits. When she was nearing
the moment of climax, she pulled back and dropped to her knees. She
started at my balls, then worked her way up the thick shaft, her
strokes increasing in passion as she moved up, then sucked her way
down again, forcing my cock down her throat.

When she could tell I was close, she backed off again and kissed her
way up my stomach and chest to my neck. “If you’re a good boy,” she
said, “I’ll untie you for now.” She undid the belt and had me lay on
the floor, then stood over me as she removed her soaked underwear and
lowered herself straight down on my cock. She had apparently had
enough foreplay for now. She climaxed the moment she hit bottom, then
proceeded to work it up and down until she came again. She was in a
frenzy, sitting almost straight up as I held her breasts, my arms
straight out, to support her. I felt it building inside and I came
with a rush and a scream as she came again and collapsed on top of me.

I felt her milking my cock with her pussy, draining every last drop
from it. We kissed as long as we could between gasps for air. After my
erection had fully subsided, we stood and started to get dressed for
our rides home.

I let her keep the belt, knowing I’d be getting it back soon.

Being one of the only male guards at a minimum-security women’s prison,
I get to see a lot of women all day. Being around that much pussy can
make me pretty crazy at times, but fortunately there are people like
Destiny who make it all worthwhile. She’s a tall, curvy black woman,
nearly as tall as I am, with enormous tits and a sexy ass that jiggles
like jelly when she walks. Seeing her come down the hallway towards me
is enough to make my cock ache in my uniform pants.

I guess Destiny had noticed that I got a raging hard-on every time she
was around, because she started getting a little more flirty, hanging
around me when we were outside, brushing that delectable ass up against
my prick when she walked by me. Every night after my shift was over, I
would go home and beat off, imagining Destiny lying alone in her bed,
fingering her wet pussy. This went on for nearly a year, and she got
more and more forward, keeping her shirt unbuttoned so I could see her
beautiful chocolate-colored cleavage, giving her hips an extra shake
when she walked.

About a week after she got released, I was walking out to my car when I
saw Destiny standing next to it. She was wearing a short, tight
miniskirt that showed off her thick, luscious legs, and a sweater so
tight I though the buttons might just pop open to expose her enormous
tits. I had never seen her in anything other than the drab uniform she
had worn on the inside, and I’ve got to tell you she looked even better
in street clothes than I had imagined. “I’ve missed you,” she said,
pulling me into her arms and kissing me. I groaned and grabbed her ass
in my hands, squeezing it rhythmically. I had waited so long to feel
those fleshy curves in my hands, and I went wild, pressing my stiffy
against her soft stomach, rubbing her tits and her ass.

“Let’s go somewhere,” Destiny said, sticking her hand down my pants and
stroking my stiff rod. I could feel the head dripping pre-cum onto her
hand, and when she stuck one of her long fingernails into the slit at
the head, I nearly shot my wad right there. We got into my car and
drove to a secluded spot just a few miles down the road. Destiny
unbuttoned her sweater and rubbed her tasty tits through her black lace
bra as she squeezed my cock with her other hand. It was pretty damn
hard to concentrate on steering with her doing that.

I pulled over and parked the car where it couldn’t be seen from the
road. As soon as I undid my seatbelt, Destiny practically tackled me,
straddling me and rubbing her tits in my face as she unzipped my pants,
releasing my raging boner. I sucked on her nipples and slid my hand
under her skirt. She wasn’t wearing panties and she was incredibly hot
and wet. I licked and nibbled at her tits as I fingered her pussy,
feeling her juices running down my hands and matting the kinky hair
around her labia. I knew it had been a long time since she had gotten
laid, and she was so hot that she couldn’t stop coming.

“I have to fuck you now,” I groaned. Destiny moved back and sat down
on my cock. I kissed her and held her breasts in my hand as she began
to fuck me, bouncing up and down on my dick as tough it were a pogo
stick. I fucked back as much as I could, moving my hands down to her
ass and squeezing it firmly as I lifted my hips off the seat. “Ooh,
baby, I’m coming,” I moaned, only seconds before my balls contracted
and I shot my wad into her tight, steamy, twat.

Destiny pulled off and asked me to take her home. I didn’t object at
all. She finger-fucked herself as I drove, and then she leaned over
and sucked on my prick. By the time we got to my place, I was
rock-hard again and ready for some more of Destiny’s sloppy black cunt.
We barely made it inside the door before we were practically ripping
each other’s clothes off.

“Do me from behind,” Destiny said, dropping to her knees and wiggling
her big brown ass at me. I got on one knee and bent the other one
beside her as I eased my prick into her pussy. She reached down and
rubbed her clit as I began to screw her, my balls bouncing against her
fingers, my stomach pressing against her gorgeous ass. Since I had
already come, I was able to last a long time, bringing Destiny to
climax after climax. When I was ready to come, I pulled out and shot
my load all over her ass, watching the white cream glow against her
black skin.

Since Destiny isn’t behind bars anymore, I get to have her luscious
pussy anytime I want. Makes my job seem a lot more fun when I’ve got
her to go home to.