April 2007

Sophie was the first woman boss I had ever had. Not like it was any
big deal, I was just working at a burger joint to make ends meet until
my music career took off. And not like I minded, because Sophie was
pretty damn gorgeous. She was pretty short, with a nice curvy figure,
brown eyes you could practically swim in, and warm brown skin the color
of a dark suntan. Her hair was straightened, but cut in a short sassy
style, and she was bossy as hell. She turned me on in every possible
way.

After I had been working there for a few months, Sophie and I were
closing up one night and she asked for a ride home. I was delighted to
give one to her, and even happier when she invited me inside. She
walked up the stairs, her cute rear end bobbing in front of me. It was
all I could do not to reach out and grab a handful. For a skinny
woman, she had a gorgeous round ass.

Sophie excused herself to take a shower, saying that she wanted to get
the smell of the burgers off of her, so I made myself comfortable on
the couch, trying not to imagine what she looked like standing naked
under the shower spray. It was no use. By the time she emerged from
the steamy bathroom, clad only a short towel that showed off her
slender, bronzed thighs. My cock nearly burst out of my pants.

“All better?” I managed to choke out as Sophie walked towards me,
rivulets of water running down into the edge of her towel. She paused
in front of me and opened the towel, revealing her entire naked body to
me. I inhaled sharply, looking at her palm-sized brown tits, the curly
brown hair above her pussy, her dusky brown nipples, standing out the
size of my thumbs.

“Not yet, but soon,” Sophie purred, dropping the towel and straddling
me. She leaned forward and kissed me, the water from her body soaking
through my clothes. I ran my hands up and down her back, tasting her
moist skin, inhaling the scent of her soap and shampoo. I was ready to
make it romantic, but when she started grinding her pussy against my
stiff dick through my pants, I knew I was in for a wild ride.

I had my hands on her tits and was squeezing them in my palms, brushing
my thumb back and forth over her stiff nipples, listening to her moan.
She grabbed one of my hands and guided it to her pussy, which was
practically steaming from the warm heat she was generating. I rubbed
over the slick, swollen lips of her pussy and then unzipped my pants.
I grasped my hot shaft and rubbed my dickhead against her clit,
glancing down to see the pale skin of my cock moving against Sophie’s
pale brownness.

“Fuck me,” Sophie moaned, wiggling her way down onto my prick. I
gasped and cupped her ass in my hands, feeling her warm cunt enveloping
my throbbing pole. She rode me hungrily, the sweet lips of her cunt
sucking at my prick with loud squelching sounds. I pressed her breasts
together so I could lick both her nipples at once, rubbing her clit
with my free hand. “Yes, baby, yes!” Sophie cried out in pleasure as
she came.

I could barely hold out from the fucking my gorgeous, sexy boss was
giving me. Her pussy was squeezing up and down my prick, making my
balls ache. “Do it, baby,” she moaned, still bouncing up and down on
my cock. “Give me that cum.”

With a loud groan of pleasure, I buried my face in Sophie’s tits as I
shot my load deep into her pussy. My cum leaked out the sides of her
twat, dripping down her beautiful brown thighs. “See you at work
tomorrow?” Sophie said, climbing off my still-throbbing prick and
picking up her towel.

I nodded dumbly, heading for the door and thinking that maybe it wasn’t
so bad to be working in fast food after all.

“I hate to tell you this, but there’s someone else here in the same
costume as you,” Jenna’s friend Jody said. Jenna glanced around the
room. She was wearing a bunny costume, with a tight white corset
topped with white fur, long white ears lined with pink silk, and a tiny
tail on her tight ass. The other woman’s costume was identical, except
it was a light pink, setting off her fair skin.

Jenna marched up to the other woman, her hands on her satin hips.
“You’re wearing my costume.”

The other woman raised her hands to her hips, causing her tits to
shimmer enticingly at the top of her corset. Jenna licked her lips and
tried to keep her cool. The other woman was taller than she was, and
her delicious globes were exactly at Jenna’s mouth level. If she just
reached out her tongue and slipped it under the fabric, she bet she’d
find a pair of perfect rosy nipples….

“No, you’re wearing my costume,” the other bunny said. She turned on
high pink heels and stalked off into the crowd, her ass twitching.
Jenna followed her, transfixed by the woman’s bouncing boobs and
muscular thighs.

The woman led her out into a garden, the air lush and wet. “Following
me, bunny rabbit?” Jenna didn’t say anything. Her cunt was dripping,
staining her satin outfit and white stockings. The woman reached over
and brushed her fingers lightly over Jenna’s rapidly rising breasts.

Jenna was frozen to the ground, her bunny tail quivering. The other
woman reached behind her back and unzipped her outfit. Her enormous
breasts spilled out. They were so heavy that the nipples pointed
towards the ground rather than straight out. Jenna didn’t care. She
reached out and caressed the woman’s creamy globes. “Want a taste?”
the woman said.

She stepped forward and pressed her breasts against Jenna’s
unprotesting mouth. Jenna opened her lips and let her tongue glide
over the other woman’s nipples. For such large breasts, her nipples
were small, little buds that pressed against Jenna’s tongue. Jenna
slurped eagerly as the other woman’s fingers ran through her hair.

The woman guided Jenna’s hand down to her cunt, which was oozing cream
all over the satin. “Put your paw here,” she said. Jenna inhaled and
wrapped her lips around the woman’s nipples, tugging anxiously as her
fingers slid into the other woman’s spongy cunt.

Parting her labia slowly, Jenna ran her fingers along the wet folds,
moisture dripping down her hand. She was so wet! She found the nub of
the woman’s clit and pinched it between her forefinger and thumb. She
pulled on it, listening to the other woman moaned. Jenna bit her
nipples lightly and squeezed her clit harder, pulsing her fingers
against it as it throbbed. The woman shivered and arched her back as
she came. Jenna shoved her fingers deep into the woman’s snatch,
feeling her tunnel pulse around her fingers.

The woman pulled Jenna’s fingers from inside her cunt and licked them
clean, smearing her own juices around her mouth. “Good bunny,” she
said, pulling her clothes back up. “Hop back inside and join the
party.”

My wife Randi and I were staying at a campground on our vacation. The
couple next to us had a camper, and seemed to have set up for a good
long stay. We were friendly with them, but it wasn’t until a major
summer thunderstorm kicked up and our tent collapsed that they invited
us in.

I couldn’t help but noticing that the woman, Carol, was pretty hot.
Randi is a petite redhead with small tits, and I think she’s sexy as
hell, but Carol was something else - tall, blonde, with tits that
bounced under her shirt and practically called out for me to touch
them. Tony saw me looking, and when he offered me a beer, he nudged
me. “You can have her if you want, you know.”

My mouth fell open. Was this guy honestly offering me a crack at his
wife? “Well, of course I’d like to have Randi in exchange,” he said.
He grinned at me. I looked at him, knowing that Randi would find him
attractive. She had always had a thing for Italian men - the dark eyes
and hairy chests drove her wild.

The women were sitting at the table at the end of the RV, and we
approached them, sitting down beside each other’s wives and making our
proposition. Tony had said that he and Carol were active swingers, so
he was sure that she would be into it. I wasn’t sure about Randi, but
she really surprised me, instead of answering, she simply leaned over
and kissed Tony passionately, sliding her hands over his chest.

When I saw that Randi was happily occupied, I turned to Carol. Without
missing a beat, she kissed me just as eagerly as Randi was kissing
Tony. Carol’s hands went straight to my cock, which was already hard,
poking anxiously against my zipper. She guided my hands to the
luscious tits I had been admiring through our entire vacation, and I
sighed in pleasure, pinching the nipples gently and rubbing the
enormous mounds against my palms.

Tony suggested that we moved to the bed, and pulled down a large
foldout, which surprisingly accommodated all four of us. Soon we were
a mass of tangled limbs, moans and groans filling the air as the storm
howled outside. Randi and Tony were in an enthusiastic 69, and I was
pleased to see her wrapping her lips around his thick Italian prick as
he ate that sweet strawberry pussy I knew so well.

Carol straddled me, dangling her tits in front of my mouth, and I
happily sucked on her cherry-sized nipples. She was so wet that I slid
right inside her wet cunt, and soon she was bouncing up and down on my
pole eagerly. I stopped sucking on her nipples long enough to be able
to watch her big, glorious breasts bouncing up and down in my hands,
and then I took them back in my mouth, sucking more roughly. She
ground her hips down against me, making herself come over and over, and
she was yelping out in pleasure. “Come for me, baby,” she moaned, and
I did, promptly filling her slick cunt with a heavy load of my cum.

She lay on my chest, working her cunt muscles along my cock, keeping me
hard as we turned to watch Tony and Randi going at it. They had turned
over and Tony was fucking my wife from behind. Her eyes were closed in
ecstasy and her small tits were swaying as he buried his thick cock in
her pussy.

Carol moved over, sliding under Randi and sucking on her tits. I
stroked my cock as I watched the other couple making love to my wife,
particularly Carol, who still had my semen leaking out of her cunt as
she nibbled on Randi’s tits. Randi was hotter than I had ever seen
her, bucking and moaning on Tony’s prick, coming in a steady stream as
her juices ran down both of their thighs. Tony hunched forward and
heaved a heavy sigh of approval as he emptied his balls into my wife’s
snatch.

When our breathing calmed, we all lay together on the bed, kissing and
fondling each other. The storm had quieted and I knew we could go back
to our tent, but I wanted to feast on Carol’s pussy before we left. I
went down between her legs and ate her out, tasting my own salty fluid
mixing with hers. Randi moved over and kissed Carol on the mouth,
which made me even more excited, and Tony knelt beside us, jerking
himself off until he spilled another load on her tits right as Carol
came in my mouth. Then Randi and I moved together and fucked with me
on top as Carol fondled my balls and Tony squeezed Randi’s tits.

Though we had never considered anything like this before, I was glad
that we had loosened up.

It was a typical boring Monday morning. The weekend had come and gone
and here I was back at the “old grind”. My in-basket was piled high
with memos and junk mail to sort through. I went down to the lounge
to get my morning coffee and on my way back I thought I would stop
off at the men’s room to milk my python.

I had always dreamed of the things that could happen in the
company men’s room but today the dreams were going to be more real
than I could ever imagine.

As I walked through the door I could hear a slight moaning sound
coming from the oversized handi-capped stall at the end. At first
I thought it must have been someone who had a worse weekend than I had.
I walked over to use the urinal and after unzipping my fly and
grasping hold of my rod, it happened. Something in my mind told me
that the sound I had heard wasn’t a painful moaning but a moaning that
comes from shear erotic pleasure. Just then, I heard it again. This
time it was even more distinct than the first time. Again it
happened. By now I was more curious than a weasel outside a chicken
coop. I just had to investigate.

Without even putting my cock back in my pants, I walked to the end
stall. I gently peered through the crack in the doorway and there
sitting on the toilet seat was the cutest little blonde I had ever
laid eyes on. How she got there will continue to be a mystery but
let’s get back to things at hand. She was sitting there with her
dress pulled up and she had a large cucumber in her right hand that
she was slowly pumping in and out of her wet crack. Her eyes were
closed and she was so far into her encounter that I really
didn’t want to make myself known. I stood there for what seemed to
be an eternity. Needless to say my limp snake had heard the call of
the wild and was up and ready for battle. It was about all I could
do to hold back from blasting a hole through that stall door.
Maybe it was the sound of my shoes on the tile floor or maybe my
stifled moaning, but she finally came back to Earth and noticed me
standing outside the stall. I thought she would scream or something
terrible like that and I had visions of the CEO coming in and firing
me. But it didn’t happen anything like that. She slowly leaned
forward and smiled as she open the door and motioned to me to come
inside and service her. Being the gentleman that I am, I couldn’t
deny her request.

After entering the stall and locking the door, I learned why she
picked that particular place. You see, the handicap stall is so nice
and roomy that we could have an orgy in there and no one would be
the wiser. She first took me by the hand and led me over to her.
She was still sitting on the toilet and since she was somewhat of a
nymph it was easy for her to take my rod in her mouth without
straining. She started by licking the head of my throbbing rod.
Around and around she went and now my moaning was so loud I was sure
someone would hear me. Finally after teasing it with her tongue she
looked up at me and I was out of it. So she buried her head between
my legs and took the whole thing into her her mouth and deep into her
throat. She continued to suck on it, in and out, in and out, ’til
finally I couldn’t take it any more and I came in her mouth. She was
so excited to feel that warm cream in her mouth that she sort of
giggled like a little girl.

After she swallowed it all and licked me up she motioned for me to
kneel down on my knees. I had scarcely done so when she grabbed
me by the hair and pushed my head between her legs. I didn’t know
that while she was giving me the blow job she had sprayed some sweet
smelling perfume on her cunt. Now it was all ready for me to go to
work on it. I toyed around at first. My tongue lapping at her lips.
Then it was all the way. I’ll never forget how it tasted. Just like
a big Charms all-day sucker. She twisted and moaned then finally she
came and squealed as she pushed on my head trying to get my tongue to
go deeper.

After a few close glances and smiles, we traded places. This time
I was on the seat and she turned around and sat right down on my
still-hard cock. She placed her hands on my legs and started to go
up and down while I played with her hardened tits. I don’t know what
it was. Maybe it was my older system telling me to stop. But I just
couldn’t get off in that position. So I gently whispered for her to
turn around and face me. She did and this time I decided to try
something new. I raised up from the seat holding on to her ass
cheeks and being the nymph that she was it was easy to hold her and
pump her pussy at the same time. I was in complete control. I pumped
her with everything I had. And I thought her eyes were going to pop
out of her head. But she was screaming for more. She kept saying
“give it to me baby” I couldn’t believe any chick taking this kind
of sex. At the point I thought I was going to pass-out I felt
my soldier ejaculate it’s hot fluid. She squealed as she came at the
exact moment.

I gently pulled her off of me and set her back down on the toilet seat
just the way I had found her, dress up and all. I thanked her for
allowing me to be of service and she simply smiled in return. I
never saw her again but maybe sometime you go into the men’s room you
might hear some moaning from the last stall on the left.

“Ah, could you slow down a bit, please?” Terri complied. Her movements
up and down the shaft of Keith’s dick slowed, and he looked visibly
more relaxed. She smiled and sped up quickly, enjoying the look in his
eye, the tension felt thru her hand, the heat from his body. Keith
gasped, and she slowed again. “Now, that’s not fair now. There’s a
hands-off for you for a reason, and if you keep this up, I’ll have to
break it.” “Well, you’ll have to do what you have to do, eh?” replied
Terri, a mischievous grin on her face. “And then the results will be
more… interesting.”

With that, she moved away from Keith’s face and plunged towards the
rock-hard penis in her hands, still being caressed and gently handled.
Taking him in her mouth, she ran her tongue around the head, sensing
Keith’s excitement, and then took him into her mouth as far as she
could go. She was still an amateur at this, even though she had done
this many a time with Keith (and others). But she still had a certain
“flair” for oral sex, and Keith told her this repeatedly. She never
believed him, and this sort of bothered him. But not too much - it
made her work that much harder. Keith could deal.

Her mouth moved slowly up and down, working its way farther and farther
towards his balls. Terri’s hand lightly cupped his balls and squeezed
gently. Keith’s moan could be heard above the light music playing in
the background to discourage listeners nearby. She had her other hand
around the base of his cock, and as her movements quickened, so did her
hand. Her mouth moved upward while her hand moved down, and the
motions were synchronized so that all Keith could do was to feel the
pressure build up on his groin. Terri sensed this, and when she
thought Keith could take no more, she slowed, gently removing her hand
and mouth from his body. Keith shuddered as Terri lightly brushed her
hand past his quivering dick. “My, my, my,” said Terri, that look back
in her eye. “We sure did remain controlled there, didn’t we? You
didn’t make a grab for me or anything! You sure are full of surprises
tonite, dear.” She grabbed hold of him and stroked him roughly, making
Keith gasp again. Terri knew Keith liked a little surprise and
pushiness, but he was in for a shock tonite. Nothing spectacular, but
it all depended on how you look at it. “Well, you’re not exactly Miss
Manners tonite either, dear. Why the intense streak?”

“Do you want me to stop?” “No!” shouted Keith. “I mean… uh, no. I
kinda like it. It’s interesting.” “I’ll bet it is. So, what to do
now?” And as she finished talking, Terri pulled down her shorts,
exposing nothing but her shapely thighs and her beautiful patch of
pubic hair. She wriggled a bit too much for the occasion of getting
her Umbros off, but she liked how Keith seemed hypnotized by her
movements. She could feel her wetness increasing as Keith’s cock
pulsated and moved with his heartbeat. “I have an idea,” she
continued, taking deep breaths, belying her calm demeanor.

Terri grabbed Keith’s hand and pulled it towards her, placing it on her
crotch, grinding lightly into his hand. He smiled and moved with her,
feeling the damp mound below him, sensing her intensity. She caught
her breath as Keith ran his other hand over her breasts and nimbly
moved his fingers over her clit, her most sensitive part. His fingers
circled her nipple, brushing against it, then seizing it and pinching
it lightly, causing a gasp and a heavy breathing from Terri. He was
teasing her, and she knew it.

“So, the tables turn. Is it all that it’s cracked up to be?” said
Keith. “Oh, I don’t know,” said Terri, grinding yet again against his
hand, making up for his lack of movement. “It’s not that baaa…. uh!”
Keith put his whole hand over her vagina and pushed deep into her
with his middle finger. She shuddered as her sentence was rudely
interrupted. She’ll probably forgive me, thought Keith, if I do this…

His hands now ran freely over her body, touching her everywhere. She
was leaning back on the bed, bracing herself with her hands, groaning
with his movements inside of her. his hand slid over her breasts and
stomach as he rubbed her clit in time with the thrusts he pushed into
her. Terri couldn’t help herself. She grabbed Keith by the neck and
pulled him closer to her, kissing him with a fervor that surprised the
both of them. Tongues dancing, they felt each other, Terri’s hands
grasping him and stroking him, while his hands were busy with their own
activity. Both were panting now, wanting each other. When this
happened, problems occurred, because they couldn’t have sex in the
traditional way - Terri was saving herself for marriage, and Keith
respected that. But there were always other ways to get off, and they
both had some ideas…

Keith pulled away, regretting it the moment he did it. “I think we
might have to do something about this, Terri. I’m getting kind of hot
and bothered. If you know what I mean.” She grinned, and knew exactly
what he was talking about. Pushing him away from her, feeling his
hands slip away from her body, she placed him squarely on his back.
Terri made him put his hands on his side. “No touching! At least, not
yet.” she said with a grin. Looking at him, she turned away from him,
and placed her ass in his view. She was now on top of his chest,
facing away from him. Keith could feel Terri pushing against his
chest, the dampness fairly dripping onto his body. She slid up his
body, her ass a tempting sight as it slowly enveloped his line of
sight. Terri lifted herself up and put her knees on each side of
Keith’s head, keeping her distance from his mouth. Keith, however, had
other ideas.

He put his arms on each side of her body, then around her hips and onto
her ass. He now had a firm grip on her, and was not about to give up
his position very easily. Keith could smell her muskiness now, her
intensity and sexuality turning him on just by being near him. He
pulled her clit near him and lightly licked her, running his tongue all
the way down her to the bottom of her cunt.

Terri jumped, and pulled herself away from his touches lightly, not
really wanting to, but she had to. “That’s not fair! I never even got
into position to do you!” she pouted. Keith didn’t reply, which meant
that he was using his tongue for other things, and she soon felt what
he was up to. Her whole lower half shuddered as his tongue entered her
and his hands grasped her ass. She knew this was going to happen, so
Terri had to concentrate. Letting her cunt move up and down Keith’s
tongue, she grabbed his dick and stroked it, lowering her mouth on the
tip and sucking hard. She could feel him stop for a second startled by
the feelings she initiated, but recovered and soon continued his oral
advances.

She thought, “Well, if he wants to play that way…” grabbing his balls
while slowly enveloping his entire dick to her tightly placed hand on
the base of his cock. Moving and sucking at the same time, she could
feel his pulsating thru her entire mouth. While she sucked him, Terri
was grinding her mound against Keith’s face, wanting more. He was
happily obliging, moving slowly into and out of her mouth while licking
her and tasting her sweetness on his lips. Keith felt that now was the
time for what Terri liked him to do. It took them a while to find out
what each of them liked, in the sexual sense, and once they did, the
fact that they could not have any intercourse did not bother them at
all. His hands, grabbing her ass, pulled her down closer to his mouth,
and he lightly brushed his tongue against her asshole. Her muffled
moan made him continue, pushing and probing while his hands roamed her
whole body and cunt. She squirmed and moaned as she sucked his dick,
stroking it with more intensity as his movements increased. Keith soon
wet her ass enough, so he resumed licking her clit as his finger slowly
pushed against Terri’s rosebud. She tried to resist, but started to
push against his hand, wanting more. He felt Terri stop licking and
sucking him, and he knew that she would have to, since she couldn’t
concentrate on both things at once. His cock ached for her touch, but
he could wait. He was getting off anyway - his time would come soon.

Pushing Terri off of him, Keith pulled his body out from underneath
hers, pushing her down onto the bed stomach first. His hand never left
her ass, rubbing against her and feeling her grind in return. He
grabbed her cheeks and pulled them apart, sticking his tongue against
her asshole, feeling her grind into the bed. Her hand reached back and
ran thru his hair, pushing against his head, telling him what he needed
to know. Keith let her hand manipulate his actions, sensing that Terri
was getting very close to orgasm. She grabbed him, and looking back at
him, pulled him towards her. She then grabbed his dick and put it in
the crack of her asscheeks, wanting him to rub against her. Keith
pushed against her ass, touching her asshole with his dick as he moved
back and forth between her. The pseudo-anal sex continued, with Terri
tensing against his body.

She felt her urges building against her will, wanting to hold onto this
feeling forever. She finally couldn’t hold it anymore, and she started
to cum, pushing against Keith’s cock hard, hoping he would keep moving
back and forth. Her asscheeks tensed against his dick, not wanting to
let it go, moving it up and down in her frenetic motion. Keith pushed
against her, wanting to enter her from behind, but he couldn’t.
Finally, Terri stopped moving, and she rolled over, pulling her ass
away from his dick. With all the movement next to his dick, without
even entering her ass or cumming or ANYTHING, he was very, very hard
and dying for release. She pulled him up towards her face, and after
thanking him for making her feel so good, she…

Port Authority Bus Terminal was nearly empty at this hour of the
evening. Ben waited on line for his bus home to Jersey, exhausted
after another day of bullshit at his public relations firm. It was
bad enough to pull these late nights on occasion, but to top it off
this was the start of the July 4th weekend. Just about everyone else
had deserted the city for cooler climates, making the station seem
more desolate than usual.

There were two other business types waiting on the “33″ line. Ben
looked at the clock: 11:45, five more minutes. He glanced across the
corridor, to an old bum lying in front of a bank of payphones, to the
contents of a trashcan overturned by someone looking for cans to
recycle. He was jostled from his reverie by a soft voice.

“Excuse me, is this the line for Montclair?” Ben turned to behold a
very pretty blonde. He momentarily forgot the question as he stared
at her. “The 33, does it stop here?”

The woman appeared to be in her mid-twenties. She was clad in a
short, loose black skirt with a sleeveless gold top that accented her
hair, which looked freshly washed. Maybe she just came from the gym,
Ben thought. Her attire and hair complemented a deep golden tan. Ben
remembered that it had been some time since he’d been laid and he felt
some familiar twitchings in his pants.

“Oh, sorry,” he finally responded. “Yeah, this is the line.” The
blonde thanked him and pulled out a paperback.

The bus pulled up to the door and the riders boarded. They were
greeted by an announcement that there was an accident in the Lincoln
Tunnel that could delay the trip. If there was one thing Ben hated, it
was getting stuck in the tunnel.

The two passengers ahead of him sat up front. Ben opted for something
in the middle of the bus. The blonde sat in the row in front of him,
across the aisle.

When the bus pulled away from the gate, the driver turned off the main
lights. Ben switched on his overhead lamp and returned to his
crossword puzzle. The blonde switched her light but it didn’t work.
Neither did the one for the seat next to her. “Shit,” she muttered, as
she gathered he bag and moved to the seat directly across from Ben.
At least he would have something to look at.

The blonde crossed her sexy legs, and tugged at her skirt. Ben kept
glancing at her, hoping she wouldn’t catch him. But she was intent on
her book.

Ben closed his eyes as the bus rolled down the ramp. He imagined the
blonde opening her legs, pulling up her skirt, revealing a beautiful
pink pussy, covered with fine flaxen hair. In his mind he saw her lick
her finger and reach down to caress her moistening slit, sliding back
and forth over her clit. Her eyes were closed as she started rubbing
faster now, alternating between pushing her finger into her cunt and
rubbing her clit. She looked so angelic, deep in concentration,
striving for orgasm.

Once she attained her climax, she opened her eyes to look directly
into Ben’s face. She licked her lips at him and…

The bus screeched to a halt, almost throwing the passenger’s from
their seats. Ben opened his eyes to discover they were in the tunnel.
And not moving. “Sorry, folks,” the diver said. “Must be that
accident. Dispatch says they’re cleaning up the mess and we can expect
to be here for about fifteen minutes or so.”

“Swell,” Ben thought, “Just great. Damn it! I knew I should have
taken the train today.” He loosened his tie and unbuttoned his collar,
trying to remain calm. He stood to remove his jacket. His shirt was
damp with sweat as he sat back down.

“Are you all right?” It was the blonde. She looked at him with a
sympathetic expression.

“Oh, sure. Yeah, I’ll be fine. Not too happy about tunnels, you
know?” He was surprised at how easily he spoke about his fears to
this stranger.

“You need something to take your mind off the situation,” she said.
“Maybe talking would help. My name is Rachel.”

“That’s a very pretty name. I’m Ben.”

“Hi, Ben. And thanks. What do you do in the city?”

“I own a small PR firm on the East Side,” he said. She was right,
this was helping. “What about you?”

“I’m a dancer in a club on 57th.”

“Really, what kind of dancing?” Ben asked, expecting her to answer
ballet or jazz. She certainly had the lithe body for it.

“I am what they call an ‘exotic’ dancer. I work in a strip joint that
just opened. The money’s good and I’m saving for the fall semester.
I’m studying to be a dietician.” Ben was taken aback by her candor.
He would think that being an exotic dancer was not something to
flaunt. He mentioned that to her and she laughed. Her smile
brightened the gloomy bus.

“Well, I’m just a basically honest person, Ben,” she said, sliding
from the window to the aisle seat across from him. I’ve always been
that way, saying what I mean and asking for what I want. Life’s too
short for bullshit, don’t you think?”

Ben thought, now here’s a real woman. Not like those who pretend to
be independent and forthright but who revert to helpless females when
things get rough. He admired aggressive women, especially when it came
to sex and imagined that Rachel would be fantastic in bed.

She must have caught something in his eye. “Mind if I sit next to
you?” she asked. “No sense in annoying the others with our talk at
this time of night.”

“No, by all means, please,” Ben answered, grateful for her
sensitivity. Rachel rose from her seat and gracefully moved over. Her
skirt hiked halfway up her thighs but she made no attempt to adjust.
She shook her hair and pressed the button to move the seat back. She
stretched out on her seat like a cat waking up from a nap.

“So tell me, Ben. Have you ever been blown on a bus before?” She
said it so casually, Ben thought he couldn’t have heard correctly.
“Pardon me,” he squeaked.

“Oh, come on, now, Ben. Don’t be coy. I saw you looking at me before.
You’d love to get into my pants, wouldn’t you? Remember, I love
honesty.”

Was this some kind of game? Was she like other women who wanted you
to be honest with them, and then were terribly shocked or hurt when
you were? Ben figured he had nothing to lose.

“Well, er…no. I mean yes. I mean…” Whew, Ben let out a sigh and
shook his head. He looked her straight in her beautiful brown eyes.
“I mean, no, I’ve never been blown on a bus. And yes, I think getting
into your pants would be a lot of fun.” There. She wanted honesty?
She got honesty.

“That’s good, because I’m feeling very horny tonight. And this
strikes me as a perfect opportunity.” Her right hand slowly moved to
her thighs as her left went into Ben’s lap. His cock strained against
his pants as he watch the skirt rise up her lovely legs. He was rapt
as her panty-less pussy came into view, the lips already displaying
moistness. One long finger traced her opening while she unzipped Ben’s
fly and free his throbbing dick. Rachel rubbed some pre-cum fluid
from his tip around the head.

Ben looked around, not believing how wonderful it could be to get
stuck in the Lincoln Tunnel. Rachel lowered her head to his dick with
aching slowness, opening her red lips wide to accept his seven inches.
When her mouth closed on his member, Ben thought he would scream in
delight. Instead, he bit his lip as the aroma from Rachel’s cunt,
drenched with her own love juice’s, began to waft through his nostrils.
He reached for her pussy, but Rachel giggled and pushed his hand away.
“Uh-uh, Ben. That’s not for you. This is for you,” as she lowered
her mouth once again. The sensation was incredibly hot and wet, like
soap in the shower. Her head bobbed faster and faster, her tongue
swirling the length of his cock.

Just as Ben sensed the cum readying to blow the back of Rachel’s off,
the bus started moving. Rachel looked up for a second but quickly
returned to the task at hand. Her fingers dived back into her cleft
and her breathing accelerated.

Ben strained against his seat as the heat and wetness of Rachel’ mouth
made it impossible to hold off his orgasm. With thundering force he
began to pump shot after shot of pungent sperm into Rachel’s willing
mouth. He gritted his teeth to keep quiet. Rachel amazed him with her
ability to swallow it all, while at the same time heading for her own
climax.

Rachel swallowed the last drops of love fluid just as the bus emerged
from the tunnel. She adjusted her skirt over her thighs and smiled at
Ben. “See, that wasn’t so terrible, was it?” she asked, licking her
lips. And for the first time Ben was happy for having worked late.

Ever since I had hired Denice as my secretary, I had been spending a
lot of time in my office with the door closed, beating the raging boner
that always seemed to pop up whenever she was around. She was about
five seven with straightened black hair, light brown skin like
chocolate milk, and the sexiest pair of legs I had ever seen.
Unfortunately, she was nothing but professional with me.

One day when I had headed into my office for my afternoon beat-off
session, Denice came in unexpectedly. She looked at my fist wrapped
around my hot red shaft, and didn’t say anything, just turned around
and headed out. Well, needless to say I was in my office with the door
closed for the rest of the afternoon, embarrassed as hell.

At five o’clock, Denice came into my office again. She walked straight
over to where I was sitting. “It’s after working hours now,” she said.
“So I can do this.” She slipped off her blazer and then her blouse.
Her round tits threatened to pop out of her bra, in about the same way
my dick was threatening to pop out of my pants.

She didn’t stop there. She slid off her skirt, showing off those
luscious legs and the thong panties that matched her bra, and then my
beautiful black secretary dropped to her knees, undid my pants, and
began deep-throating my dick. I looked down at her perfect red mouth
sliding up and down my cock, and spurted my cum deep down her throat.

“Oh Denice,” I moaned. “I’ve wanted to do that for so long.”

“I know, baby,” she said. She slid out of her panties, leaving on her
bra and heels, and sat on the edge of my desk, spreading her thighs for
me. “And now that I know, you’re going to get all that and more. Now
eat this pretty black pussy and make me come.”

I had no objections at all to that, and I shoved my face into her
snatch, tonguing her big cunt lips and swollen clit. Denice held the
back of my head as she rode my tongue to two big orgasms. Finally she
was begging me to fuck her. “Let’s do it how you’ve always fantasized
about it,” she said.

She bent forward over my desk and I slid my cock into her pussy from
behind. Her tits swung back and forth as I dicked my secretary like I
had always dreamed of doing. My balls were bouncing, my cock was so
hard I could have cut diamonds, and when I finally spurted my seed
inside my secretary’s pussy, it was better than I had ever dreamed.

The next morning, I got into work a little early, and Denice was
already there waiting for me. I was hopeful that she didn’t regret
last night, but I didn’t have to worry. As soon as I got in the door
to my office, we were kissing and tearing at each other’s clothes.

When we were naked, Denice lay on her back on the floor. I put her
ankles on my shoulders and pounded her hot black cunt, watching her rub
her clit and come over and over again. Finally I released my load and
then I ate her out, sucking my warm white cream from the pretty brown
lips of her cunt.

Denice only has one rule, and that’s that we never do anything during
office hours. She doesn’t want our fucking to interfere with her
secretarial duties. I don’t mind, and now I come into the office early
and stay late every day.

Dawn and Mitch had heard about a town about an hour away which was
renowned for its adult boutiques. One Saturday afternoon, they took a
drive up and wandered through the shops, looking at lingerie and
various sex toys, laughing and teasing each other with what they would
do with all the instruments of pleasure.

“Wow,” Mitch said, stopping in one of the stores and looking at a pair
of boots. They were shiny and black, thigh-high, with narrow spike
heels that looked to be about five inches long. Mitch walked over to
them and fingered them, his warm hands leaving smears on the slick
surface.

“You like these?” Dawn asked, walking up behind Mitch and sliding her
arms around his waist. She slipped her hands down over his zipper,
feeling his erection. “Ooh,” she laughed. “I guess you do.” She
pressed her palm against his hard cock, rubbing slightly, listening to
him moan. Mitch gripped one of the boot’s heels in his hand and
squeezed as she stroked his cock. “We’ll buy them,” she whispered.

They could hardly wait to get home, and then Dawn went into the
bedroom, emerging after a few minutes wearing a black bra that showed
off her cleavage, a pair of tight black panties, and the boots. Mitch
moaned as soon as he saw her. “You look so sexy,” he said, walking
over to her and caressing her breasts and ass.

“I think you need to fully appreciate them,” Dawn said. She led Mitch
to the couch and he sat down. She stood in front of him, resting her
foot in his lap, the heel pressing against his straining prick.
Leaning forward, she ran her hands from the tops of the boots down,
letting her fingers trail along the sides of his cock. Mitch was
practically drooling with desire.

Dawn slipped off her bra and panties, leaning so Mitch could see her
pussy as she slid her panties over the boots and kicked them off. She
turned back around and put her other foot in his lap, leaning forward
so her breasts fell against her thighs. Mitch had pulled his cock out
of his pants and was stroking it as he watched her tease him. With her
legs spread wide and her foot resting on his thighs, he could see her
cunt pouting at him, gleaming with her wetness. Her clit peeked out
from between the fleshy folds of her twat, and he reached out and ran
his thumb over it, still pumping his dick.

After she had teased him for a few more minutes, Dawn could see the
pre-cum glistening on Mitch’s cockhead. She turned around and bent
over, clutching the coffee table, her hair falling into her eyes as she
looked at him through her knees. “Are you going to fuck me, or just
sit there with your dick in your hand?” she asked.

Mitch stood instantly and held Dawn’s hips, sliding his stiff prick
into her wet cleft easily. He groaned and moved his hands down to her
thighs. From this vantage point, he could see all the things that
aroused him most - the bud of her anus, the sight of his cock sliding
in and out between her pulsing pussy lips, and those sexy black boots.
He rubbed his hands along the tops of the boots as they screwed, his
cock pressing as deep as possible with each thrust, Dawn grinding back
against him.

He could feel his balls bouncing against her clit, and then he felt
Dawn’s fingers moving to her clit to rub it as they screwed. He picked
up the pace, staring at her strong thigh muscles, her creamy skin
against the shiny black of the boots.

Dawn was making the little moaning noises that Mitch knew meant she was
about to come. He felt her cunt squeezing his shaft and closed his
eyes, giving a few more hard thrusts, and then pulled out, letting his
cum pour out onto the sexy black boots as Dawn held her hand against
her pulsing cunt, moaning. Mitch moved his cock around, spraying
Dawn’s ass with his thick semen.

When his cock was dry and going limp, Mitch leaned back on the couch
and watch the white spunk run in rivers down Dawn’s thighs, trickling
all the way down to the high heels. “That was the best purchase we
ever made,” he said. “We’ll have to go back soon and see what else
they have.”

I think it’s probably because of the way I grew up. I mean, I went to
really exclusive boarding schools, a fancy college, I even made my
debut. Everyone thinks I’m a perfect little princess, with my curly
blonde hair, creamy pink skin, and big blue eyes. I dress in sweater
sets and pearls. But I have a secret. I love sex, especially with big
black studs.

Damon was my first - a football player in college. He was a big guy -
six foot four and pure muscle. When we fucked, he would be on top and
I would hold his biceps, feeling them flex as he pushed his prick
inside me. His cock wasn’t that big, but it was gorgeous, with a long,
wide, thick head. I loved sucking him off when he got out of practice
and was all sweaty and hot, the smell of his balls as they tickled my
chin, his hard ebony shaft disappearing between my lips, it made me so
hot.

I had a long affair with a guy named Tommy. He was the doorman in my
parent’s building, and about the kinkiest guy I’d ever been with. He
liked me to suck him off when he was on duty. He’d sit behind the desk
and greet all these snobby Fifth Avenue types while I was under the
desk, squeezing his balls and sucking his prick. He was my first
uncircumcised dick, and he loved it when I tugged on his foreskin with
my lips when I went down on him. Once he made the elevator stop
between floors and he fucked me in the ass with the alarm going off in
our ears. When the maintenance man came to rescue us, I was sure he
could smell that we’d been screwing, but I just walked out, easy as you
please, with Tommy’s cum dripping out of my asshole.

One time I did something I don’t usually do - well, two things,
actually. I was in a bar and I met these two men. I think their names
were Jesse and Wilson, but I’m not really sure I remember. We went
back to Jesse’s apartment and I did them both at once. They were
amazing. They had enormous cocks, but Jesse’s was thicker than
Wilson’s. First I got on my knees and sucked them off, licking first
one and then the other. Their cockheads were jostling against each
other, stretching my mouth wide open, and I was loving it, licking at
the saliva and pre-cum dripping down my chin. After they came, their
big black sticks were still hard, so they fucked me together, one in my
pussy and one in my ass. I came like a freight train, feeling so full.

After that I went on a real kick, eschewing any man who wasn’t black.
I couldn’t get enough of it. I was amazed by the variation in skin
tones - from lightest to darkest, palest brown to dark ebony. Their
cocks seemed even more beautiful to me, delicious chocolate, and I
loved the sweet creamy filling. I haven’t had a black man in a while,
but a girl can always hope, right?