I put the finishing touches on my make-up, green face paint, a fake nose (complete with warts), and a big, black hat. Bewitching, I thought to myself, and giggled. I was the slinkiest, sexiest witch there was, my little black dress clinging tightly to my shapely body and my heels gave me an extra inch. I felt exotic, erotic and completely wicked.

I left my house to head into the night, the moon was dark and The air was crisp. Everywhere I turned Jack-o-lanterns grinned at me, their carved faces creating eerie shadows along the sidewalk. Distant screams, cackling laughs and howls pierced through the blackness. Only three more blocks to go, I had walked this path countless times, yet tonight I was filled with a nervous excitement that made my spine tingle.

I was acutely aware of the click, click, clicking of my heels, every sound I made echoed into the darkness. Suddenly the hairs on the back of my neck began to stand on end and my blood curdled. I felt the presence behind me before I heard it. I began to walk faster, click, click, click, thud, click, thud. Someone was walking behind me and speeding up. I wanted to turn around but was too afraid. Instead I walked faster still. Read the rest »

I met her on the dance floor.

Thursday

She was a little shorter than I was - though I’m not too tall myself, just under six feet - and the first thing I saw of her was the vivid, almost neon, orange-red hair cascading down to her shoulders in a mix of dreads and straightened locks. 

My eyes roamed, taking in her slim figure encased in a tight black top with narrow straps that left most of her back and shoulders exposed. A few inches of skin showed at the small of her back then her pleated skirt kicked in, barely long enough to reach her thighs - and what thighs. 

I figured she had to be a dancer or an athlete to have legs like that; the all-too brief view of flawless, porcelain skin between her striped stockings and the shifting hem of her skirt was enough to hook me in. I had to see her face. Was she as beautiful as I hoped, or was her sexy appearance just a cruel trick?

“Hi,” I shouted over the music, my fingers brushing against her shoulder as I tried to get her attention. She felt like silk. For what seemed like an eternity she didn’t respond, just kept twisting to the beat, but finally she turned, wordlessly, and draped her arms around my neck, continuing to dance as if nothing had changed. 

Her hair was even more vivid than I realised close-up, catching the lights that shimmered overhead. Two slightly wavy locks framed her face. She had soft, delicate features; her mouth shining with lip gloss the same colour as her hair, her eyes highlighted with more muted tones. Her eyes were sultry and disarming, looking up at me from under half-closed lids. It made her seem coy and mischievous at the same time. I fought to keep my eyes on hers instead of trailing lower, and when my brain got back into gear, I remembered to say, “I’m Mike.” Read the rest »

Elaine was again pampered, bathed, and provided with perfume. Two women spent almost an hour just applying makeup to her face and fixing her hair into a tight ponytail. Once they were done, another woman came in and handed her some clothes. The clothes consisted of a black, lace bra, black thongs, thigh-hi stockings, black high-heels with ankle straps, mid-thigh length black skirt and a loose fitting white wrap around blouse. Then she was left alone to dress. 

After dressing, Elaine viewed herself in the mirror. She looked great. At only 5 feet, the short skirt and loose fitting white wrap around blouse showed off her ass and 36C breasts. Elaine hoped Master would be pleased. Elaine reached up and stroked her collar as she waited.

Once dressed, Mistress Barbara who explained what the evening would be like joined Elaine. 

“Master will test you to see if you truly know your place as a slave slut,” Barbara admonished. “If you fail, I will be punished… then I will punish you.”

With those words Elaine was led back to the Master’s living room. Once there, she only waited a few moments until Master arrived, dressed the same, all black. Master never spoke; he walked by Elaine and out of the room. Elaine followed behind him as Master walked though the house, outside and to a club next door. Elaine figured that they must be in back of the house since she never saw the club when she arrived.

Inside the club, Elaine stood at Master’s side. Elaine could see that it was a “gentlemen’s” club, or an up-scale strip club. Elaine surmised that it must be a very exclusive strip club, as the men all appeared to be well dressed. Elaine glanced to the stage where a girl, no more than 20 danced seductively in only a thong. Her tits were small, but firm and her ass was the same. She was 33 and felt self-conscious at the young girl’s appearance as she stripped. 

As the girl left the stage, Master took Elaine by the arm and pointed at the stage. She realized he wanted her to go on stage and strip. Elaine remembered Mistress Barbara’s words and slowly climbed onto the stage and straightened her skirt as the music started. Because of the bright lights, she could not see the crowd. She was very nervous but found herself pushing her chest forward to display her tits.  Read the rest »

I love black bodies and cocks. Something real special about them. Maybe lots of things. The sizes are legendary. Muscular, wiry-haired bodies - underarms, chests, bellies, pubes, buttcracks. Loads of hot, creamy cum.

I was watching a vid about a white guy in a fuck club with five black guys. I envied him so. Got so horned up I decided I had to go get me some right now, this night. I had heard of an all-black club - a bar - in the rural countryside and determined to go find it. That was not much of a problem. 

It was the only building on a lonely stretch of road near the coast. Nothing elaborate, just a wooden building with a big, gravel, sand and shell parking lot. No exterior lights, shaded windows. I parked my van at the end of a row of other vehicles. 

Went into the club and straight to the bar like it was home. The club was busy. About a dozen guys, three hot looking women. A small elevated dance floor with a couple of poles at each end. A honey, naked as the day she was born was doing her stuff to one of the poles, then across the floor in many postures, lots of hand touching of herself, to the other pole, to the edge of the stage, back, all around to the beat of the music.

I noticed right away most of the guys were ignoring her. The club women weren’t getting much attention either. One was at the bar between a couple of guys, obviously pumping them for drinks and offering her wares. The other two were at tables; one sitting with three guys, the other with two guys. 

The bar served only beer and mixers for BYOB customers. Several bottles were in view - brandy, some flavored, gin, vodka, whiskey. I perched on a bar stool with one on either side of me and ordered a Bud. As I drank my beer I turned to watch the dancer, my legs apart, package on display, lips and tongue working the head of the beer bottle. Read the rest »

A few years ago, I went up to San Francisco to visit some friends of mine. The night I got up there, she wanted to take me out to a club. I said alright, got dressed up in one of my favorite outfits: a leather jacket, and a leather 12″ mini, with black 4″ pumps.

Underneath, I was wearing a black lace half-bra that pushed my tits up and together and which allowed my nipples to stick out over the edge of the bra, a black lace french-cut thong panty, black lace garter belt, and sheer black stockings with lace top. As you can probably see, I do love lace.

Anyway, we went out to the club, drank quite a bit, and danced just as much. One guy I danced with said that he had something he wanted to show me, but it was out in his truck in the parking garage. We left the club and went into the parking garage out to his truck, all the while I was swaying from all the drinks I had, but I knew what I was doing. Read the rest »

My wife had difficulty having orgasms. We tried a lot of different positions as well as sex toys, but many times she was left frustrated, unable to get off. Then she read a study that had been done on women’s orgasms. One of the major findings was that women had orgasms much more frequently with someone other than their normal partner. She suggested to me that we include another male in our lovemaking. 

At first I was not open to this idea. She was a pert little blonde 5’ 4’’ tall and she had a sweet body. Her tits were full and well rounded with nipples somewhat larger than normal. Her pussy lips were also larger than average and when she shaved down there they were displayed quite prominently. 

She told me that when she was dating she had to be very careful because once a guy saw her naked he had to have some. It would be no trouble finding a guy who would love to give her a good fuck and more. “Are you sure you want another guy you don’t really know between your legs, screwing you and dumping his load inside of you?” I asked. She was usually quite modest.  Read the rest »

Not too long ago, my husband and I were doing some volunteer work at our church helping with hurricane evacuees. We were getting ready to leave after a long day when a young black couple with a young baby came in needing a place to stay. 

Our shelter was overfull at the church so I looked at my husband and asked if he thought it would be OK to invite them to our home as we had an empty guest room. He nodded in agreement and I asked the couple if they would like to be our guest. I could see they were tired and hungry as they both replied that they would and thanked us very much. 

They were a young couple. Greg, the handsome husband was 21 years of age and his lovely wife, Carla was 19 and they had a two-month-old baby. They got into their old car and followed us home. I was thinking how damn black they were. I really loved to see very black people.

Upon arrival at our house, I busied myself with getting supper ready as my husband helped them move into our home. After they showered, we sat down to my husband’s favorite meal of corn bread, red beans, and fried ham. They both complimented me on the meal and one could tell it had been awhile since they had eaten. 

After the meal, Carla took the baby in the bedroom and to nurse him. My husband told Greg to make themselves at home and if there was anything he needed to let him know. He assured Greg that his house was Greg’s while they were our guests. He went into the den and started watching Monday night football as usual and I began cleaning the after supper dishes. Greg joined me to help with the chore.  Read the rest »

Abigail had  let Sean take her to her first porno movie and now they were on their way home.   Abigail had sat through  both the movies, just amazed at some of the things people were doing to each other.   She’d never even thought of some of those things, yet, now she couldn’t stop thinking about them. She had never thought about what a man’s sperm would feel like on her tits. It  wasn’t that she was naive, Abigail had often sucked her boyfriends off, even swallowing their salty come. And making it with another woman!  She’d never thought about it,  but watching some of the scenes had aroused her enough that her panties were very damp.

Was she a closet lesbian?  Or just curious?  The girl in the movie was a redhead like Abigail, and that added to the mystique of it.  There was that scene where the redhead was sitting on a girl’s face, and two guys came on her face and her big tits.  Abigail had felt like she was going to come just watching that.

Now she wanted Sean very badly and when she looked over at him in the darkness of the car, he seemed so very much more experienced than her 19 years. Sean was twenty-seven and in good shape, just beginning to show some small wrinkles around his eyes.  Abigail reached over, across the center console and stroked Sean’s leg, feeling the immense bulge in his jeans. He looked at her and smiled, asking her if she’d liked the movies. Read the rest »

She introduced herself as “Gina”.  Her profile had described her as “collared” and it meant that she was the subbie of a D/S relationship with her husband.  Naturally, being intrigued, and as horny as a man can be after eight years of solo sex, I wrote back.  I talked about how my wife had some serious physical problems preventing us from enjoying any form of intercourse.  Gina was sympathetic and we exchanged joke files and that sort of thing.  Eventually we got past the arms length stage and started sharing real thoughts.  She continually sent hot pictures of herself and I got more turned on by each one.  We became more and more close friends, as time went on.

She and her husband, LANCE, love each other very much and the D/S thing is only part time.  Apparently they have an open marriage of sorts, but she didn’t go into that a lot.  When she finally got around to sharing another gentleman’s recounting of his involvement in a spanking session ending in sex with her, guess what popped into my mind?

Okay, so that other guy was young and studly and I’m old and portly.  A guy can dream can’t he?

I shared my lustful thoughts with her and she didn’t actually say no, but she didn’t say yes, either.  She said she was interested in making dreams come true, but her husband would have the final word on whether she would be allowed to swing or not.  That sounded more than reasonable to me, so I didn’t really pursue the subject any further.

Let me describe Gina to you in the detail I could gather from her pictures and maybe you’ll understand why I was so excited about her. She was about mid thirties for age.  She has short dark hair, which as a professional woman and working mom makes a lot of sense.  However, the main reason for her hairstyle is that it stays out of the way when she’s giving head, which she insisted she loves to do.  Her face is not the kind you will see on the cover of some cutting edge fashion magazine.  I would describe her as: when you went back to your first high school reunion, you wished you had paid more a lot more attention to her while you were in high school.  Do you know what I mean?  She is about 5′3″ tall and a working mother who has kept herself in good shape.  Her breasts are a 36″ A cup (maybe B), which would be only average in that department, if it weren’t for the fact that both nipples are pierced.  (We’re talking about a woman who is willing to go a long ways to pleasure her husband).  She has a reasonably trim waste and another thing I find so incredibly arousing about her is that she keeps herself completely shaven in the pubic area.  (My wife had absolutely refused to ever do it again, after trying it once). Gina’s thighs are a little heavier than the Victoria’s Secret models, which gives her something to feel guilty about. Read the rest »

I am happily married and have two grown daughters.  In all my 42 years, I had never ever in my wildest dreams thought I would be with another guy.  This all changed however quite suddenly one Wednesday afternoon, about 6 months ago.  I’m not a large, muscular type, in fact I’m rather slight of build and short, however I love to work out and stay in shape.

For several years I have been treating myself to a nice (and needed) monthly massage.  I have always scheduled a female to give me the massage and as a matter of fact have specifically steered clear of having some guy do it because I would feel uncomfortable.  Back in February, I called to arrange a much needed massage for a very sore hamstring but unfortunately the regular girl I used was booked as were all the other girls and if I needed to get in right away (and I did) I would have to book with “Jason.”  I reluctantly made the appointment and so I really felt the butterflies in my stomach the next day when I showed up for my session.

The attendant led me to the room and told me to go ahead and undress down to my underwear and get on the table and that Michael would be in shortly.  I did as told and several minutes later the door opened and in walked this large, 20’s something, quite muscular black guy dressed in white tee and white drawstring sweats and a “Hello Al, I’m Jason”.  He told me to turn onto my stomach and get comfy.

The massage began with him rubbing warm oil onto my neck and shoulders. Within 20 minutes he had proceeded down my back and was working on one of my thighs and I was feeling myself getting hard and I was hearing myself softly groaning.  I was actually getting extremely turned on by his rubbing me. When Jason asked how that feels, I could just barely audibly moan “it feels sooo good”.  I just knew that the position my dick was in, pointing down between my thighs, he could tell I was aroused.  I really had some erotic thoughts going through my mind and he must have sensed this because he had stopped massaging my leg and I could sense his presence at the head of the table. Read the rest »

Our first wedding anniversary was coming up, and Alexis asked me what we were going to do to celebrate. I had planned a nice dinner, perhaps a stage show or dancing, then back home to screw our brains out. When I explained, and asked why she wanted to know several weeks in advance, she simply smiled and suppressed a giggle, her gray eyes twinkling with an impish gleam.

Luckily, our first anniversary fell on a Friday, and reservations made, we dolled ourselves up and went out for the evening. Dinner at a fine restaurant and dancing at a local hot-pot kept us laughing and in a good mood. As we drove home, Alexis sitting next to me, leaned over and caressed my thigh with her fingernails, sending a shiver through me.

“You still want to fuck my brains out tonight?” She cooed.

I said yes, I would happily keep her wet and jumping all night long. When Alexis came, no one could doubt that she wasn’t faking. Her tendency to “let go” in bed meant that she was prone to outbursts of very erotic (and sometimes downright dirty) talk, as well as moaning and thrashing wildly about the bed. Read the rest »

After a hard days work, Isobel decided to pop into a local pub for a quick drink. She was in no hurry to get home, as her live-in lover Dele was away on business as usual. “Large G & T,” she said to the young barman, “plenty of rocks.”

“How’s business?”

“Business is fine.” she said, “Home life is a bit boring though whilst hubby is away.”

“Ah, but think of all the money he’s earning, and I’m sure you can find something to occupy yourself with at home.” Isobel had not failed to notice the two men halfway down the bar, they looked like builders, she had deliberately mentioned about her hubby being away, just to give them a hint if they were vaguely interested in her. 

“Yes, Wayde, I can always find something to occupy myself with.” She sat down at a table, and crossed her legs in such a way that the inner thigh of one leg was clearly visible if you were in the right place. 

The builders, if that’s what they were, happened to be in the right place. Occasionally she would take a sip from her G&T, as she did so, she would glance across at the two men, admiring their ruggedness, their tattered jeans and their bottoms. God she loved firm tight buttocks. One of her many fantasies was to lick a mans bottom and play with his cock at the same time. Read the rest »

“You want to be my slave girl, bitch?” I strode around the trembling girl arrogantly leering at her from head to toe, my eyes of course spending most of the time staring at her tits and ass.

“Yes, Master,” she timidly said.

“Then why are your clothes still on? Strip!”

She hurried to comply with my command as I glared at her and continued my predatory circling. In an instant her clothes were scattered about and she stood before me completely naked.

“Hands behind your head, bitch, and legs apart.” Read the rest »

Tonight I wanted some hot young cock and I really wasn’t interested in dealing with the bullshit singles scene. I put on my cum-and fuck-me whore threads and hit the local gas station. That’s right, some of the hottest scenes with kinky young dudes I’ve ever had have been in gas stations. Maybe that’s why they call them filling stations?

I spent a good two hours primping and preparing myself for the ordeal to come. A sensually-scented hot oil bath followed by a quick session with my chrome plated dildo got the juices flowing and the nipples hard: lets just say it put me in the right frame of mind! Next came the wardrobe: the “special” attire for special occasions like these.

Hmmm, should I wear this bra? Nah, nothing can hold back these massive 38 DD’s tonight. Maybe just the sheer red lace halter so all the boys can appreciate what’s waiting for them underneath.

Of course along with the top comes the mandatory black fishnet stockings, purple garter belt, split crotch panties for easy access to my cunt and the three inch spiked heels. A swish of blood red lipstick to match the nail polish, a splash of cheap perfume, and this is one hot cunt ready to get her snatch filled. Read the rest »

John is a confirmed voyeur and a frequent visitor to the adult bookstores and sex shops in our city. I used to love to hear him talk about his nocturnal visits to these sex stores, about the small, dark movie booths, the grainy flash of porno on miniature screens, the men lurking in the dim corridors, and the “glory holes”.

The glory holes fired my imagination. I would quiz John endlessly about those holes cut in the side walls of the movie booths. He would tell me stories of watching men masturbate, of watching men fuck each other, of getting an occasional blowjob himself. John and I are bisexual and go gay now and again for the spice it adds to our sex.

The more John talked about the sex shops, the more I fantasized about them, about the anonymity and instant gratification of the glory hole sex a faceless encounter, a pure lustful sexual experience devoid of emotions and the burdens of social niceties. There was the appeal of getting what I wanted without having to involve my psychological or emotional self or that of the other person. If my husband could do it, why not me? Read the rest »