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He was domineering. Arrogant. And breathtakingly gorgeous. The man had to be at least six four, solid with muscle, pecs hard as he wrapped his brawny arms around me. I don’t know what exactly happened but somehow he jimmied a door open on the terrace and we were inside a bedroom. Not just any bedroom, but the most massive, opulent space I’d ever seen. Inside was a huge bed, upholstered in rich blue linen, the mahogany wood gleaming in the low light. Scattered throughout the room were priceless antiques, arranged on what looked to be equally expensive rugs, but I’m no expert. Besides, I had no time to study the furnishings. Instead, I was gazing at a massive, magnificent male form before me, one that I’d never seen the likes of. It’s not that I’m a prude, it’s just that I’m always outshone by my sisters, you know? It’s not just Jenna with the lithe, sinuous body and gleaming blonde hair. I also have two younger sisters, Callie and Karina, who are stunners in trai

Some time later, I woke up. Carla was gone. I got out of bed to go look for her. She was in the bathroom. The door was slightly opened. I turned to go back to bed, and heard a loud moan coming from the bathroom. I tiptoed closer and listened. I heard the moan again. I pushed the door open just a bit and could just make out her legs on the bathroom floor. She was obviously lying down. I thought maybe she was sick, so I opened the door all the way and when I saw her I gasped. She was fucking herself with a vibrator. She looked up at me when I gasped. Her eyes widened, but then they rolled back in her head, and she started to fuck herself faster, moaning and groaning, screaming and writhing all over the floor. Finally she came. I just stared at her. My heart was pounding and my pussy was throbbing. She was still lying there with her eyes closed. I muttered that I was sorry, and ran back to the bedroom. A few minutes later, she came in the room. “Chrissy, I’m sorry about in there, when

My name is Chrissy. I’m 20 years old. For a long time now, I have suspected that I am bi-sexual. Up until the events I am about to describe, I had not had anything sexual with another woman. Plenty of men have come and gone. I love sex with men, but I often fantasize about women when I am masturbating. I wanted to wait until I had experienced another woman before I could say that I was bi or not. I didn’t know how to go about “getting with” another woman, but one day it kind of just happened…..I had just gotten home from my college class. It was 6:30pm on a Friday night. It had been a very long, stressful week and I was looking forward to settling in for what I thought was going to be a relaxing night. At about 7:00pm, my sister Carla called me up. “Whatcha doing?” She lived about 20 minutes away but we still didn’t get time to see each other much. “Oh I just got home, I’m thinking of having a bubble bath and vegging on the couch tonight.”“What, you have to be kidding me. It’s Frid

Dave was so hard, neither of us had to hold his cock, so our hands were free for other things. I began fingering her wet tight pussy again, and she began tweaking my hard nipples. Dave's hand helped her with my nipples, he knew they were my hot spot. He pulled and tugged on them, as I moaned and sucked his balls into my mouth. He took his dick out of our guest's mouth and crammed it into mine, pulling my hair back so he could see my mouth on his shaft. This went on for another 10 minutes before he said, "I'm gonna fuck you two real good", in a deep throaty voice filled with heat. "C'mere Sharla, on your knees" "Baby, you lay down in front of her". We did as he asked. "Now I wanna see you eat my baby's pussy, while I fuck you from behind", he told Sharla. She looked a little hesitant, but once he rammed his big dick into her, she immediatley keeled over face first into my pussy. Oh, her mouth was so warm and wet on my clit, I could barely stand it. "Oh God, I'm gonna cum baby", I crie

I moved my hand to her clit and began lightly rubbing it back and forth. "Oh, mmmmm, damn. Oh baby that's good". I guess she was referring to both of us, as we were both working on the same area. Dave leaned across her to kiss me, and we were now tonguing each other right in front of her face, while we fingered her hot cunt into a lather. She was jerking and writhing all over. Her noises were so sweet, it was making me wet just hearing her voice. "Mmmm baby", she said. Her hand suddenly went to Dave's head, and pushed his mouth deeper into mine. "Yea, kiss her, suck her lips. Let me see you two in action". Dave's dick was rock hard, I could see him stroking it with his other hand. I broke my kiss with him and told him "Leave that alone baby. We are gonna take care of that for you. Just calm yourself okay?" He stopped. I then put his hand on her breast, and encouraged him to squeeze it. I LOVE women's breasts. Hers were slightly bigger than my own, she was a 34C, very full and firm.

My boyfriend "Dave" and I have been together for 7 years. We are an attractive black couple, both in decent shape. We have never had a problem satisfying each other sexually, which is one reason for our long courtship. But we both shared the same freaky ideas about sex, and were willing to try almost anything for a turn-on. As you can imagine after 7 years, something needs to be done to keep the spice alive!It all began years ago when Dave "discovered" that I was into women. I found them sexy, attractive, and I longed to be with one. He knew that I had already been with a woman in my late teens, but since then nothing. We had discussed the possibility of us having a threesome in great detail many times, so on this special occasion, we were both ready for it.The young lady was someone we met at a club. Dave and I were at a nice quiet table enjoying our drinks, getting our buzz on, and here comes this beautiful black princess. Long legs, nice full lips, and dressed very provocatively.

Karina             It was embarrassing.  I was in Vegas for my best friend’s bachelorette party and she’d told me we were going to a Celine Dion concert.  In fact, my mom had given me three hundred dollars for the ticket and the money was burning a hole in my pocket.      But actually, Vera had planned something completely different.  Instead of the talented Celine, we were going to a strip club.      “Vera, I don’t know,” I said hesitantly.  “I mean, didn’t some of the girls pre-pay already?  They’ll be out a ton of cash.”      “Karina seriously,” harrumphed Vera.  “You can be such a stick in the mud sometimes.  The whole Celine Dion thing was a cover-up.  No one wanted to see her, she’s for, like, couples on their silver anniversaries.  We,” she added with a lascivious smile, “are headed to Lucky Paradise Two.”      What?  What kind of strip club was called Lucky Paradise Two?  Was there a Lucky Paradise One somewhere?  But I just

Elena’s answer was a shaky nod and a soft, broken “please.”Alexander didn’t make her wait. He sealed his mouth over her again, tongue working her clit in firm, relentless strokes while his fingers curled deep inside her. He watched her face the entire time—watched the way her mouth fell open, the way her eyes fluttered shut, the way her breasts rose and fell faster with every breath. When her thighs started to tremble harder around his head he sucked her clit between his lips and flicked it hard with the tip of his tongue.She came with a quiet, helpless cry, body arching off the desk, pussy clenching tight around his fingers. He kept licking her through it, slower now, gentler, drinking every pulse until she was twitching and soft and oversensitive.Only then did he stand.He shoved the robe off his shoulders completely and stepped between her legs. His cock was dark and heavy, the head glistening. He took himself in one hand and rubbed the wet tip up and down her soaked folds, coat

  It was a little intimidating at first, my legs open, the camera guys circling 360 degrees.  I felt uncomfortable, those guys could see right up my snatch, my wet pussy oiled up and lubed!  But they were total professionals, not batting an eye, and I told myself they saw naked girls all the time – I was just the latest in a long line.  And so I sank into the work, smiling, hissing, working my body, letting it all hang out, reveling in my youth and beauty.      In all, I didn’t do much, it was probably only a week’s work total.  Seven days of nude photo work, my cunny and breasts on display.  Thinking back, if I hadn’t been so hard up for cash, with no friends, no money, and no fiancé, I don’t think it would have happened.  I probably would have just mooched off my latest victim, taking him for all he was worth.      I shouldn’t have done it, I know that now, I was young and stupid, poor and in a bad place.  But now there were nudies of me out there … and I didn’

“You must be Jenna,” purred a melodious female voice.  “I’m Deborah.”  I turned, more in shock than anything else.  A middle-aged brunette strode confidently towards me, perfectly groomed in an elegant but sexy black suit, her hair swept up into a chignon.  She was fully dressed, thank god.        “Yes, that’s me,” I stammered, looking down at my feet.  It was unlike me to be shy, but then again I’m not confronted with rampant nudity all the time.      The woman chuckled throatily at my obvious discomfort.       “You’re beautiful honey, you’ll fit right in,” she said soothingly.  With a more critical eye, she added, “Hmmm, tall, slim, big boobs, long blonde hair … just the ticket.  Patrick!” she called off in the distance, “come take a look at the goods.”      I bridled a bit.  The goods?  I was a woman, not some inanimate object, but I checked myself.  You know what?  I was an aspiring model, “the product” so to say, out to make money of

Whatever.  These platitudes and old sayings were too much to bear, they just made people feel worse without actually being helpful.        “Fine Mom, I will,” I said shortly, ending the conversation.  But my mind had already turned to other things because right now, I just needed money.  I’d been living on Jake’s largesse for the past couple months, reveling in a luxurious lifestyle and clearly that was over.  But I couldn’t bear going back to being a penniless grad student either, so I began calling around.        I’d seen an ad in the student paper for a modeling gig a few days back, and I knew I was photogenic.  Maybe I’d check that out, it’d beat being a teaching assistant or some waitress job for sure.       “Hi, I’m inquiring about the modeling job I saw in Craigslist,” I dialed the number.  “The one where the girls promote a premium craft beer?”      “Oh right,” said the disembodied voice on the other end.  “Are you five two and La

“I was wondering if I could stop by later today for some review?” I asked with a flirtatious smile.  “The stuff you explained today … the concepts were tough,” I added.      “Well,” the good professor hemmed and hawed, “office hours are usually Thursday and it’s only Tuesday today ….”      “Please?” I asked plaintively.  “If I wait until Thursday there will be more material and I’ll just be more confused.  Plus, the TA doesn’t have office hours until Friday, so I really have no way to clear this stuff up before moving forwards.”      I could see him relenting, his mind doing a furious calculation of Hot Co-ed + Intermediate Economics + Doing my Job + Potential for Exploration (naughty!).      “Alright, come by at three,” he said, his eyes glinting.  “Have your questions ready, I only have half an hour before a faculty meeting.”      “Oh of course, Professor,” I said.  “I already know what I need,” I added with a saucy smile before skating away