- “Sure, I could use the company. Plus you’ll be off shift till noon tomorrow.” The two chit-chatted for a while about what any twenty-something girlfriends talk about
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sex, sex, and more sex. Suddenly they were surprised by a knock at the door of the tent. “Come in,” Linda responded and the door creaked open and then quickly shut. Lucy recognized the visitor immediately. It was Cpl. Mike Richards, one of the communications maintenance technicians in B Platoon, and he was clutching his right shoulder. “Hey, Mike, what are you doing up at this hour?”
Nude Fantasy
It all started a few months ago. Well, no let me start at the beginning.
All my life I have been a nudist. Not as much as I want but from when I was young I’ve had the desire to be without clothes.
And lately I’ve been having fantasies about my wife being with another man. I would have never guessed the two would be connected.
I’ve been married to my wife Christy for 25 years, and she has accommodated my desire every once in awhile.
We’ve been to nude beaches and nudist clubs about once every 2 or 3 years. Until last year that is, We found a small place over by the city, privately owned.
Its called the Hideaway, it’s about 60 acres, it has a pool, bathhouse kitchen, and even camping trailer that you can rent.
It’s pretty nice, and most the time there aren’t allot of people. Which is good because Christy dose not like to be naked in of allot of people. Especially our friends, which I’ve tried to get her to do on many occasions.
We’ve visited the Hideaway more in the last year then anywhere else in the past 24. And not many people know of this place.
We sometimes talk about nudism with our friends without letting them know we actually go to places like that.
Our closest friends, are Mike and Sandy. Now, Sandy is a prude when it comes to things like that. But Mike always show’s interest. Well about a few months ago Mike had told me that Sandy was going to be out of town that weekend for her business and we were planning a trip to the Hideaway, so I invited Mike to Join us. Of course it had to be with Christy’s o.k.
That same evening I told Christy that Mike wanted to go with us and see what this nudism thing was like. She surprised me and said alright, I think she felt sorry for Mike because Sandy hadn’t been treating him very good that week before she left.
Saturday morning arrived and Mike came over to our house. We got in the car and drove the 1 1/2 hours to Tulsa. When we arrived and got inside the gate, it was just like any other time for Christy, Off came the clothes. No sign of embarrassment at all in front of Mike. We then all grabbed our towels and headed to the pool. The day was perfect. We even brought an Ice chest loaded with Beer, Wine coolers, and fixing’s for Lunch. When the day was over, we headed home and the drive was casual, just the regular friendly chat, and not much was said about being nude, except Mike did thank us for bringing him and he had enjoyed it.
Thinking that it was a one time thing, until the next month Mike called us. He said Sandy had left for her business trip and wanted to know if we wanted to come over for dinner. He was grilling steaks and didn’t want to eat alone.
We said sure, and gathered up some things to take with us. When we arrived and knocked on the door, We got a big surprise. \Mike answered it totally nude. He let us in and followed us to the Kitchen. Then he told us that since that weekend at the Hideaway, whenever he gets a chance he goes nude. Christy then looked and me and I looked at her and started to take my clothes off. And Christy did the same. So, here we were, in Mike and Sandy’s house, naked having dinner with Mike. Of course, I had to get some pictures. So, I put on my shorts and ran out to the car and got my Camera. I set it on self timer for the first few shots, so I could get a picture with the three of us. I then started prompting Christy into some poses all over the house, with Mike looking on.
Christy had had a few glasses of wine and things were getting more hot as the poses were getting more and more sexual. Christy sometimes covered her pussy with her hand and other times would finger herself while spread wide. I knew she was getting excited. I then said I wanted another of the three of us. I put them on the couch with Mike on the right, and Christy would be in the middle when I sat down. I took two like this and then said I wanted another, this time with Christy holding both our cocks. I set the camera on auto, jumped on the couch, and then.. Christy grabbed my cock. I looked over and she was holding Mikes. And he was hard. I knew then that I’d like to see how far Christy would let this go.
I then had her get on her knee’s in front of Mike, and told her to Pretend like she was sucking him. I took a few pictures like this, She was holding his cock with her mouth open just above it. Then I noticed that she was slowly stroking him. I put down the camera and got down behind her. I took my hand and slowly ran it down her crack, sliding two fingers along her pussy, right to her clit. I then started slowly circling it.
She started moaning as she laid her head in Mikes lap, the whole time still holding and stroking his cock. I knew she was getting close to orgasm. It was then that I stopped, and Christy whimpered…. I ask her if she wanted me to keep going.. she said yessss… I said.. Then you need to suck Mike. Faster then I could get my fingers busy again she had Mikes cock in her mouth and started sucking. I massaged her clit until she came, for the first time.
She looked at me and said.. .I need to get fucked. I got behind her.. my cock hard as a rock, and I slid it into her as she took Mike’s cock back into her mouth. Just from the things that were taking place It didn’t take me long to shoot, and I was done for awhile.
As I slid out of her, she looked back at me and said… MORE… I said, you need to ask Mike. She looked and Mike and said “Will you Fuck Me?” He said, of course. With that she lay back on the floor and spread her legs, He climbed between them and as He slid his cock into her I knew I had to get some pictures of this.
The first man, other then me that’s gotten to fuck Christy. I grabbed my camera and snapped some pictures. Mike was slowly going in and out of her pussy. I could see the look of pleasure on both their faces. I then put the camera on auto again, and squatted down next to her head. She took my cock in her mouth just as the last picture was taken. Just after that, Mike came… with a groan.
He stayed inside her for a few minutes then rolled off. We all laid there exhausted. It was time to head home, so we got our clothes back on, Thanked Mike for dinner and headed out the door. Now, once a month we get together with Mike when Sandy is out of town.
Sometimes its at the Hideaway, other times its just at his house. We have played a couple of those times but never like that first time.
Next month on the 14th is National nude day. And we’ve talked about this allot, and we are planning on getting Sandy to the Hideaway. Hope it works out.
The End
Piss Whore
Hi, let me tell you a bit about myself. I stand 5'2" tall, I weigh 100 lbs, I have 34DD tits, 22 inch waist, 28 in hips, I have waist length jet black hair, black eyes, full pouty lips, and an ass that is fit for fucking. I lost my virginity to my Math Teacher when I was 16 and since then I have put all my time into studying sex. Giving pleasure, taking pleasure, and just plain ole debauchery. I am 21 now and free to live the life I choose and that life is the life of an extreme piss whore, yes I said piss whore. You see whore give it away and prostitutes do it for money, I do not charge for my services but I do get paid. I get all kinds of gifts and even tips of large cash amounts. I do work to keep my body in shape by going to the local sym and I take aerobics, lift weights, do the stair master, yoga, and even take stripper dance classes. I think this has all been worth it because in the last three years I have become a millionaire by doing what I love.
Let me tell you about what I did on my 21st birthday. I woke early and put on my thong leotard, no shorts, and my running shoes and went to the gym. Did I mention that this gym costs $5000 a month and I pay nothing. I start by doing the stair master for a half hour, I then go to the men’s room and collect one of my special water bottles that the men fill with their golden nectar. I go back to the gym and put the bottle to my lips and down the whole thing. I then do my aerobics get another bottle and drink the whole thing. I then go to the shower in the men’s room and start my shower, you see the men come in piss on me and then they get a blow job and clean up and leave. I do this for 2 hours and clean myself up and go home.
Once I get home I go to my web site and see if I have any bookings, special requests, or any pressing maters. I stay on the site chatting with members. It is about 3 in the afternoon so I decide to take a long soak in the tub to get ready for my night out. Before I get in the tub I coat my legs, pussy, and ass crack with a good coating of Nair. I know it says that it is not intended for the bikini area (pussy) but I really get off on the minor burning sensations. You are only supposed to leave it on for 5 min. but I always leave it on for 10. Once it has all been wiped off and I am naked as the day I was born, I jump in the tub, which is full of cold water. I soak for about an hour and get out. Now I have been eating off and on all day and have on purpose not taken a shit yet and I now feel the need but I wait it out and the need passes.
It is about 4:30 in the afternoon now so I call up my sidekick. This is Candy; Candy is an Amazon of a woman. She is 6 feet tall, 160 lbs, 40DD – 26- 36, flame red hair shoulder length, blue eyes, and she has a 12 inch cock. That’s right she is a she-male, and I fuck her, drink her piss, and anything else she want for the small price of filming my adventures. She arrives at 5pm and I am still in my robe. I say ready to start filming and she says yes.
I look straight into the camera and say “Hi, I am Lacy and I am a Piss Whore and his is my 21st birthday adventure.” I take off my robe and say follow me. I walk very slowly to my room and lay on my bed ass up. I then hand Candy a sharpie and she writes Piss Whore on my ass cheeks. She draws an arrow to my ass whole and writes fuck the shit out of me. She turns me over and draws another arrow to my pussy and writes cream pies a must. Then I put on a garter belt and fish net stockings. Then I put on a plaid skirt and white button top with only one button and that was at the belly button. I put a chocker on and 7 inch high heels. I then did my makeup, which only consists of bright red lips stick that looks wet and won’t smear. I had Candy braid 3 long braids into my hair. One down the back and one on each side, theses were handles for my fuck masters. Candy asks where are we going and I tell her about a bar on the outskirts of town that is a hang out for just the kinds of guys that should know how to treat a piss whore on her 21st birthday. What I did not tell her is that I had been there the day before and talked to the owner and arranged it so that the bar would be full of bad looking dudes and women. I told not to clean the men’s room and to hang out of order on all but one of his stalls. I had given him my special chair to keep for me and also a bag of goodies. I told him that I would arrive at 6 and be the bars fuck toy until 6 the next morning and he could keep any money he wanted to charge.
We arrived at 6pm and I walked up to him handed him my coat and took my bag of goodies with me with Candy in tow. I entered the men’s room and had her throw out guys that were in there and lock the door. I took my special chair out of the stall and set it up and hung out of order signs on all of the stalls and urinals. Candy then opened the door and the fun commenced.
The first guy that came in grabbed my head and forced me to my knees and told me to suck. I not only sucked his cock but I opened my throat and let him throat fuck me with his 10 inch cock. He kept this up for 15 min. and shot down my throat and just held me on his cock, I knew he was waiting for his piss and I did not have to wait long because he started to gush and I swallowed almost every drop. When he was done I was locked into my special chair which looked liked a giant potty training chairs with my face as the bottom. I fit snug into this and it was tight so that nothing would leak out. The first guy took a seat and started to shit and I watched as a foot long turd came out and I gobbled it up and was rewarded with a piss chaser. When he filially finished he made me lick his ass clean and then he fucked my pussy leaving a massive load dripping out of me. I was treat to a couple of dozen men using me as their crapper and fuck toy when one man let me out and lead me to the stage they had.
The bar at this time was closed and I was the party toy for 50 or so people. The bartender had gotten up on stage and said how much for the pleasure of beating this whore with this belt. He held up one of those belts with o rings in it. I could only imagine how this would fill. The winning bidder was a big fat ass woman who bid a $100 for the pleasure. Before she started a ball gag was put in my mouth to soften my cries of pleasure. The bartender says a $100 should be worth a 100 slashes. The first one was soft but this fat ass bitch built up fast. She laid into me for the first 70 lashes and then stopped and had me turned over and my legs spread. Then the evil bitch hit my pussy has hard as she could with the belt buckle. The first 15 was bad but the last 15 blacked me out. I was awoken with a golden shower from this bitch. I was told that I had to get her off or she would sit that fat ass on my face and not let me breath, I did as she commanded and started eating.
Then a line of guys were started and my as was taken by every man in the bar and a pitcher was put below my ass to catch the overflow. Once the last one was done I had to empty the pitcher by drinking it all up. There were about 20 women in the bar and they all took their turn by making me eat their pussy and 5 of them were on the rag. 6am came and I was given my coat and I went home and fucked Candy and too a hot as hell shower.
The End
Pirate Ship Picture
On the great deck of a grand wooden ship from the golden age of sail, the sky behind the great mast and foredeck—where the bo’sun barked an order to a crewman who had Dutch, Spanish, English, and French colors looped over his arm as well as the black with its bleached bones—is strewn with clouds reflecting the golds, pinks, and reds of a setting sun, the deck littered with a bilge bucket full of water, coils of rope, and a deckhand fast about his duties swabbing the deck and avoiding looking at his captain—who is also hard about his work—and those the captain is working upon.
To one side, three women kneel in a line connected by thick rope stained with pitch and black to iron shackles that circle their wrists. By their dress, they are nobly bred women, their gowns flawlessly made, though the journey to their present place did cause some distress to the cloth in the form of tears and smudges, and resplendent in blue, yellow, and virginal white—though the attribution to its wearer is up for debate—all trimmed with brocade containing gold and silver thread, which alone speaks of their wealth—at least of their fathers—and falls of finely crafted lace at wrist and ankle.
The women themselves were as different as their gowns. The first looked away from the site at the tall main mast, her raven locks tumbled down in front of her face, leaving only a mouth, rouged and round, parted in what was either revulsion or rapture, but indiscernible without sight of her eyes. Her body cringed away just as her head did, shrinking down upon itself to protect her from what she saw or felt. The shackled hands wrapped themselves around her as far as they black chain would let them reach to cover the torn bodice of her gown, creamy skin visible despite her best efforts.
The second looked towards the mast, her shining gold hair held back by combs of ivory and decorated with precious stones from far away countries, blue eyes stared in wide wonder—but not horror—at what she saw, her hands, though encircled in the black iron, pressed against her stomach to quell its unbidden stirring. The shoulder of her own gown lay ripped, a tattered point hanging down to expose the top swell of her left breast, buoyed up by the corset tightly cinched around her.
The third woman, whose tower of brunette curls somehow survived the ordeal that brought her to her present circumstances intact with its golden chains and ornaments still perfectly placed within, the tower leaving her neck wonderfully bare saving for a tiny wrought chain of gold with stones placed in every third link dangling down from her lobes, stared with twinkling eyes toward the main mast, a tiny curl to one corner of her mouth showing amusement and approval over what occurred. Her bearing, though on her knees, was still proud with her back straight and made her seem older—or at least more possessed of herself—than the others, and quite unabashedly the top of her gown had been pulled down to reveal her bosom, full and lush in the prime of womanhood, a wine stain giving the skin a look of having been rouged.
At the mast stood the captain, tall and towering to make the deck hand appear stunted. He wore a shirt as white as the driven snow, though no man would dare insinuate any kind of virginal quality to the captain—the laces at the neck lay undone, exposing a hint of downy hair along the lightly muscled chest— tucked into dark trousers that ended in tall black boots whose tops turned down just below the knee, the hilt of a long dagger sticking out of the sheath made into the boots. A wide almost impossibly crimson sash tied about his waist and draped down just behind the rapier frog hanging from his black sword belt. The rapier itself had its point buried loosely in the deckboards while his hand rested on the pommel above the intricate basket-hilt. A tied bandana of the same impossibly crimson silk as that around his waist covered his head though a few dark brown curls poked beneath it; the captain’s brown eyes twinkled as his other hand—the elbow propped against the mast as he leaned forward—stroked a neatly trimmed goatee, the corners of his mouth curved in a grin of either amusement or wickedness as he spoke. Around his neck the handle of a long leather lash rested—well-braided and supple.
The ear into which the captain spoke hovered a short distance away, three pearls dangling from the lobe though a lock of chestnut attempted to disguise valuable earring. Those chestnut locks, in long waves, would have spilled down her back, but for a thin cord tied in them holding them up, giving the impression she hung by her hair. The woman’s neck was also lusciously bare, as was most of her body, the only remnant of her gown the tattered sleeves that ended at her shoulders as her limbs were tied spreadeagle, the ropes extending far up into the rigging, turning the woman into a small sail at a height convenient for the captain.
Her exotic emerald eyes brimmed with unshed tears, though the track previous tears lay quite evident on her face, and emotion that spoke of confusion. Her delicate, rosebud mouth was pursed in what could only be described as bliss.
The renowned fair skin of Irish descent seemed to glow in its lush nudity, but also revealed small red lines which wrapped around from her back, which had their own glow. The red lines grew in frequency down her body, becoming most concentrated around her hips and thighs—and because her limbs were stretched tight, both the inside and outside of those creamy thighs bore red lines, but where on the outside they were angry and fiery, inside the lines glistened wetly, seeming to emanate from a delicate pink and red flower.
The End
Puppy’s First Submission
For months we had been chatting online and by phone, flirting and teasing each other. Two old friends who discovered a shared interest in BDSM, getting reacquainted in a new way. You recognized my need to submit and stepped into the role of Master, guiding me to be your slut.
Now, the day I had been dreaming of for so long had finally arrived. I stood in my bathtub shaving my legs and pussy as you had ordered. I washed myself and let my fingers glide over my pussy, already wet and open, waiting for you. I finished showering and got dressed – lacy black bra, tight t-shirt, skirt, and no panties. That was our signal.
“Slut,” you said to me on the phone, “I’ll be coming to your city on business and I want to see you after so many years. We will meet for coffee. If you wear panties, it will end there, two old friends catching up.”
“But,” you continued, in that seductive voice that made me tingle all over, “if you come without panties, we will go to my hotel and you will serve me and be my fucktoy. Do you understand, puppy,” you asked, using the nickname that was mine alone.
“Yes, Master,” I answered.
I got into my car and drove to your hotel, trying to control my racing mind and heart. Did I really want this? Was I ready to become your slave? My throbbing pussy said yes. All our conversations were just preludes leading to today. I parked my car and entered the hotel lobby. My eyes scanned the room of tourists and businessmen until they found you, waiting for me as promised. I walked over to you, nervous, but you took me in your arms and hugged me, holding me close, as you had promised you would so many months ago.
“I’ll hold you tight, slut, and contain all your doubts and thoughts,” you had told me that first day, when I could not believe that you were the Dominant to my submissive.
You smiled down at me and led me to the coffee shop. We sat across from one another, knees lightly touching, talking about shared friends, your flight, our lives.
Finally you looked into my eyes and asked softly, “puppy, are you wearing panties?”
“No, Master,” I answered.
You smiled then and said, “That pleases me. It is time to go.”
With your hand on my back you guided me to your hotel room and opened the door. I stepped inside and skimmed the room, my eyes stopping on the collar and leash sitting on the table.
You smiled slightly and whispered, “As I promised, for you my puppy.”
You locked the door and commanded, “Strip. I want to see my whore.”
I lifted my shirt over my head, undid my bra and slid it off, noticing that my nipples were hard at attention for you. I opened my skirt and slid it down over my hips, leaving me naked before you, before kicking off my shoes.
“Kneel slut,” you ordered, “put your hands behind your head and spread your legs.”
I did as told and waited while you circled me slowly.
“Is your pussy wet for me, slut? I want you to put a finger inside and show me.”
I slid a finger in, easily, as my pussy was dripping for you. I showed you my glistening finger and you smiled, pleased.
“Clean it with your tongue, slut.”
You stood before me and slowly undid your leather belt, saying “maybe we’ll find a use for that later, puppy. Do you want to see your Master, slut?”
“Oh yes, Master” I whispered breathlessly.
“Open my pants,” you commanded and my hands went to your khakis undoing the button and lowering your zipper, feeling your cock straining against the fabric.
I slid the pants down your legs and you stepped out of them. Your cock, hard and glistening with pre-cum peeked out at me. A low moan escaped me and you laughed saying,
“Does my slut like what she sees? Continue, slut. You may remove my underwear.”
I hooked my thumbs into the sides of your briefs and pulled down, gently lifting them over your hard-on. My eyes looked at you, silently begging.
“Ask, slut,” you said.
“Please Master, please can your worthless slut taste your wonderful cock,” I begged.
“Yes slut, you may.”
I licked your balls gently and then moved to the shaft, red and throbbing. I licked the length of it, feeling your heat with my tongue. Finally my tongue flicked the head of your cock tasting your warm pre-cum. You moaned lightly as I took you into my mouth, straining to open wide and accept your cock.
“We’ll have to work on stretching your mouth, slut,” you said as I struggled to take more of you in without gagging.
Losing patience, you grabbed my head and started fucking my mouth, not caring that I could barely breathe. My hands gripped your ass and I held on to you as you thrust into my warm wet mouth.
Suddenly, emptiness, as you pulled out and said, “I think I have a few more holes to explore before I decide which hole to fill with cum. If I decide that you are worthy of receiving it, slut. On the bed,” you commanded, and I hopped up and waited on my hands and knees.
I felt your hands on my neck, fastening the collar you brought me, snugly. Then, they grasped my breasts roughly, pulling on my hard nipples, pinching and rolling them between your fingers.
I moaned and heard you whisper, “Silence, slut, or I will gag your mouth with my underwear.”
Your hands traveled down and found my dripping cunt, and your finger flicked my clit. I jumped, unable to contain myself.
You laughed wickedly saying, “Have you ever been this wet before, puppy? Do you feel your juices running down your leg?”
You slid a finger inside my pussy, then a second, and a third. They thrust in and out while your thumb found my clit and I thought I would explode.
“Please Master, please fuck me,” I begged. “Please use your slut, Master. Please make me your whore.”
“Oh I will slut,” you answered. “All in good time.”
You pulled your hand away from my pussy and made me lick your fingers clean. I felt your hand on the back of my neck, pushing my head into the mattress. Holding me down, you slid your cock into my wet pussy from behind, filling my aching hole. You stood still for a moment before starting to thrust in and out of me, harder and harder. Pounding into me, your balls slapped against me. Your hand moved from my neck to my clit, making circles against it, first slowly and then faster and faster.
“I want you to cum for me, slut. I want to hear you.”
“Yes, Master,” I answered and my body shook as I bucked against you moaning loudly.
“I’m cumming, slut,” you said, and I felt your cum shoot into my pussy, filling me with your hot liquid.
Spent, you laid down next to me on the bed, holding me close.
“Thank you, Master,” I whispered.
“You’re welcome, puppy.”
The End
This Is A Very Touching Love Story That I’ve Read It Over And Over Again Till I’ve Forgotton How Many Times I’ve Read It Although It’s Not A Sex Story , Go On Read It .
Salty Coffee
He met her on a party. She was so outstanding, many guys chasing after her, while he was so normal, nobody paid attention to him. At the end of the party, he invited her to have coffee with him, she was surprised, but due to being polite, she promised. They sat in a nice coffee shop, he was too nervous to say anything, she felt uncomfortable, she thought, please, let me go home.. Suddenly he asked the waiter:
“Would you please give me some salt? I’d like to put it in my coffee.”
Everybody stared at him, so strange! His face turned red, but, still, he put the salt in his coffee and drank it.
She asked him curiously: why you have this hobby?
He replied: “when I was a little boy, I was living near the sea, I liked playing in the sea, I could feel the taste of the sea, just like the taste of the salty coffee. Now every time I have the salty coffee, I always think of my childhood, think of my hometown, I miss my hometown so much, I miss my parents who are still living there”.
While saying that tears filled his eyes. She was deeply touched.
That’s his true feeling, from the bottom of his heart. A man who can tell out his homesickness, he must be a man who loves home, cares about home, has responsibility of home.. Then she also started to speak, spoke about her faraway hometown, her childhood, her family.
That was a really nice talk, also a beautiful beginning of their story. They continued to date. She found that actually he was a man who meets all her demands; he had tolerance, was kind hearted, warm, careful. He was such a good person but she almost missed him!
Thanks to his salty coffee! Then the story was just like every beautiful love story, the princess married to the prince, then they were living the happy life… And, every time she made coffee for him, she put some salt in the coffee, as she knew that’s the way he liked it.
After 40 years, he passed away, left her a letter which said: “My dearest, please forgive me, forgive my whole life lie. This was the only lie I said to you—the salty coffee. Remember the first time we dated? I was so nervous at that time, actually I wanted some sugar, but I said salt It was hard for me to change so I just went ahead.
I never thought that could be the start of our communication! I tried to tell you the truth many times in my life, but I was too afraid to do that, as I have promised not to lie to you for anything..
Now I’m dying, I afraid of nothing so I tell you the truth: I don’t like the salty coffee, what a strange bad taste.. But I have had the salty coffee for my whole life! Since I knew you, I never feel sorry for anything I do for you. Having you with me is my biggest happiness for my whole life. If I can live for the second time, still want to know you and have you for my whole life, even though I have to drink the salty coffee again”.
Her tears made the letter totally wet.
Someday, someone asked her: what’s the taste of salty coffee? It’s sweet. She replied.
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Love is not 2 forget but 2 forgive
Not 2 c but 2 understand
Not 2 hear but 2 listen
Not 2 let go but HOLD ON !!!!
Food & Oral Pleasures
Colleen. Fair skinned and red haired. Long dark hair cut short, but still think and a handful. Her eyes were deep and rich, hiding a secret behind them. Her body? Oh, she had curves. Held in a way that was both and sexy, a body that you could enjoy and explore, a body that just oozed sensuality for me.
I met her through a posting one of us had put up. I’m not sure who answered whom at this point, but it was enough that we found such similarity between us. Both in our likes and dislikes, as well as our attitudes and level of open mindedness, as well as our mutual desire for a power exchange – fortunately from opposite sides of the same coin. The subtext that flowed through our email breathed of sensual pursuits and erotic adventures, of her enjoying a strong hand and a dominating spirit – something that caused the pulse to beat a bit harder and the imagination to wander.
We finally agreeing to meet at an upscale corner bar – a place in New York’s Meat Packing district, for upscale cocktails and whispered conversations. Dark lights and low tables that induced strangers into illicit glances and covert subtleties.
We met and chatted, having only known each other’s typing, well aside from a brief conversation over the phone that is. We quickly settled into some initial conversation, keeping it light until we both overcame the social mores that a cocktail is great for. By our second cocktail, our conversation floated toward the sensual side. At first a joke about spanking, then a comment about tasting which slid into a subtle touch, some glances. A finger on each others knees, thighs, shoulders and faces. It was enough. We kissed in public, before I rose for the restroom. I returned, but rather than to my bar seat, I pressed up behind her, letting my cock just touch the cleft between her cheeks, pressing my hardness into her ass. I could feel her curve her back, raising her rear up to me, as if a cat in heat, readying herself for penetration. Her skirt stretched around her rump, outlining her firm flesh perfectly. My own cock feeling the valley formed in the fabric.
We stood like that until the bill came, and then that was it for the evening. Just enough to know what we wanted and to hope for more. Something to solidify what we imagined was there, and to see where it could all go.
Our next meeting was set for Sunday. A private brunch; something fun and interesting and enabling us to take things to the next level if we wished. Something that would allow her to sit back and enjoy, a chance to speak more honestly than we could in public, but also to be led to her own pleasures. It was agreed that I would show up with our brunch. So I spent Saturday shopping – for farm fresh eggs for poaching, lox and fresh bread. I also picked up some champagne and orange juice for mimosas, as well as fresh fruit – strawberries, blueberries, melon, a banana and ripe mangos. I also added some honey into the bag for my own tastes, as well as a toy I thought might come to use. What can I say, but some delights for us to snack on and enjoy.
On Sunday, I arrived at her door and knocked gently. It swung open to reveal her in a knee length skirt and blouse. I smiled. Her blouse was just revealing, nothing too much, but enough to give a hint of what lay beneath. She gave me a light peck at the door and invited me in.
Her apartment was small but nice. What we’d call Brooklyn Compaction – small, but well done. She asked what I had brought, but instead I simply went to the kitchen to pour us both a mimosa and set out some food. A tray of samples as it were - fruit that was light and easy, along with some scones. We started to talk, to pick up from where we had left off. We sipped our mimosas too quickly and got a bit of a head going. Smirks and smiles, slipping with flirtations, kept us going until the first bottle was finished. And when it was, I opened the second, the two of us together pouring yet another glass.
It was then that I walked behind her, invading her personal space and placing my hands on her waist. I could feel her tension, I could feel her hesitancy and her desire mixed in her stance. I also could feel my own desire to pick up where we left off in the bar. I pulled her hips toward me, arching her back as her hands left the glasses and braced herself on the countertop. She tried to turn towards me. Perhaps for an embrace, but I would never know. Instead I kissed her neck and told her I wanted to taste her. Her breath was a rush, perhaps even a bit of a moan. I kissed her neck, her back, her buttocks. Then rose back up to follow her spine back upwards to her neck and shoulders again.
I told her to bring the drinks to the table, leading her as I walked behind her, my hands guiding her hips to the dining table. I tell her to bend forward because I want to taste her. She does, stopping at the plate of sliced fruit in front of her. I step behind her and open her blouse, opening each button and pulling her shirt aside. Her braless breasts bounce slightly at they fall our and as I push her even further forward. Her breasts press into the fruit, I can see her try to pull up, uncomfortable with the contact to the wet flesh, but my gentle hand on her back prevents her. Instead I raise her skirt up, up over her buttocks and waist. I roll it up on her waist to keep it and to make sure her ass and pussy are completely bared and open to me. And that is when I sit at the table to taste.
I open my shirt and lean forward, my tongue just barely touching the puckering skin around her anus. I lick first, then push my tongue into her folds. I can hear a quick, light gasp. That’s enough. I turn my head sideways and move downward to her pussy. I can see her lips glistening from the moisture. I can see the open like an Asian flower. I can smell her scent as her body readies herself whether she wants to or not.
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That was it. An invitation for me to continue. And I did. I licked deeply into her – feeling the folds of her sex open to me. Tasting the salty, pungent flavor of her sensuality. I reached forward and felt the edge of the plate her body was resting on. I could feel the cold, wet flesh of the fruit. I grabbed one. It was a mango, a fruit that was soft and pliant like the folds of her pussy. I rubbed it onto her, letting the sprinkle of chili I had used absorb itself into her tender flesh. I could see the faint pepper have its effect – turning the skin just rosy, and causing her to jump. I licked the fruit that was halfway into her opening, then devoured the sweet and savory delight before me. I spent minutes playing with her juices, watching the strands of sticky wetness connect my tongue to her clit. I watched as she moaned and writhed from my tongue, the peppers, the fruit itself.
I stood and walked to her, offering her the mango that tasted so much like her. She opened her mouth, as if to suck in my cock, but settled on the fruit itself. I told her to unbutton me. And she did. She quickly opened my pants and reached in for my cock. I pulled back and reached down, pulling out a strawberry and placing it in her mouth.
“Chew it, but don’t swallow it.” I told her. She did, and when it was masticated, I slid my cock into her mouth. I watched as the juice and some of the pulp slid from the side of her mouth. I watched as she tried to keep it all in, but couldn’t. I watched as my cock came out reddened from the berries. I also watched as her body lunged forward on the table to try and take more of me into her lips.
I removed my cock and placed several rasberries into her mouth. This time I held her hair and turned her head, forcing her lips to open as I shoved my cock in a bit harder this time. Again, I watched as she tried to take more and more in. She gagged just a bit, both on the fruit and my own flesh. My hand moved down her blouse and to her rump. I slapped her. Hard. Leaving a redness on her cheek. My hand slid downward, into the cleft between right and left, my fingers moving to her wetness. I slid a finger into her, feeling for the firmness that occurs on the front wall. Looking to stimulate it before removing my cock and reaching from more fruit to taste myself.
I sat down again, rubbing her clit with a slice of banana before taking it into my mouth and again, spending time eating her pussy. I tell Colleen to reach back and spread herself for me. She does, her own hands reach for her lips, pulling them apart so I can sink my face deeper and deeper into her. I stop to remove a bit of mashed banana and to offer it to her. She lets go of her lips for a moment to lift up and turn. I spank her again. Hard.
“Don’t ever let go of your lips, unless I tell you to.” She almost whimpers. She turns her head, mashing her breasts further into the fruit they are resting on. Her lips search for the banana. I press it into them and she barely has to chew before swallowing. As a punishment I take a slice of nectarine and press it into her ass. I have to use a finger to ease her open just a bit, mashing the nectarine into the pucker of her anus. I lick it, licking her ass, rimming her with the fruit. I rise again, offering her my finger with the fruit pressed into my own flesh. She takes it. Her eyes losing a bit of their focus, telling me she’s going over.
I pick up the teaspoon from the honey jar, and dribble it on my cock. I smile as she rises to engulf it. I watch as the honey coats her lips, smears on her cheeks. I take another teaspoonful and dribble it only her lips and my cocks, intentionally sending sticky strands across her cheeks. I lift my cock out, stroking it as her lips sink down to my balls.
I reach down and continue to fuck her with the fruit. My own efforts becoming harder, stronger, driven by the lust and passion I have for my access to her ass and cunt. I hand her the fruit from her pussy, telling her what it is and watching as she turns her head from my balls to accept it without letting go of her pussy. Her face is stained with the color of my cock – reddened by the berries I have pressed into her pussy. Her ass now has a banana sticking from it. Her pussy is golden with the honey. I want to eat more. I do. I bend my face to her, eating her and the fruit as one. Hearing her moan. Finally allowing her to let go of her own pussy so she can push back into my mouth. I want to taste her, to feel her, to embrace her orgasm.
When I finally slide my cock into her, it is without resistance. It is mixed with the pulp of fruit and the lubricant of her own body. I fuck her slowly. I watch as she turns, her eyes glassy, her mouth open, her face sticky, stained, and a canvas of brunch. I pull her hair back, forcing her body to arch more, forcing her to open her cunt to my thrusts.
And when I cum, I pull out to cum onto her ass and pussy. I cum to that I can taste that too. So that I can gather it in my mouth – a collection of cum, of her pussy, and of the fruit I brought – and kiss her deeply.
I pull her off the table onto me. I’m still hard and want more. So I pull her down onto my cock and re-enter her. We kiss harder, deeper, our bodies entwining in the orgy our brunch has become. My fingers reach behind her to press into her ass, to play with her clit, to spank her and stimulate her further than before. I let her taste my fingers before going again, watching her cum and cum again.
Almost numbed, we rose and took a long, hot shower. Soaping each other tenderly, exploring each other in a new way. Sucking, tasting, caressing, but now more softly. And after we dried each other, I sat her down while I poached the eggs and toasted the muffins and prepare a quick lemon/butter sauce. Each egg, settled atop the lox, atop the muffin, with just a drizzle of the lemon sauce.
I made us some strong coffee. And we dined on a proper brunch. She smiled, starved for the food, loving the care it was prepared with. I smiled knowing how she enjoyed both courses. Knowing she hadn’t even thought about the remote stimulator I had brought for the third course.
The End
The Treatment Tent
Spc. Delacruz pushed through the door of C Platoon’s sleep tent, completely exhausted. The twenty-year old woman laid her gear on the floor next to her cot and flopped down on it. She was just beginning to doze off when her two colleagues, Lt. Marsett and Sgt. Young came in from the treatment tent.
“Hard shift, Luce?” twenty-six-year old Linda Marsett asked as she took up a cot to the right of Spc. Delacruz.
“Yeah, but at least we had the Humvee out there. The wind got real bad sometimes,” Lucy responded. “Anything interesting happen while I was gone?”
“Nope, we just stayed in the treatment tent. I don’t even know why I volunteered for this deployment. Never mind that it flat out sucks here, I haven’t gotten laid since we’ve been here. I’ve never gone this long without sex in my life.”
“You’re telling me,” said Marian Young as she sat on Lucy’s left. “And to think, we’ve only been out here a month. What are we gonna do?” lamented the twenty-one-year old.
Lucy sat up. “Learn to masturbate, I guess. I spent the last hour of my guard shift fingering myself, I’m not gonna lie. I waited until Sgt. Macon fell asleep, slipped a finger under my buttons, and just had at it unto our relief got there.” The three medics shared a laugh, but they were all in the same dire straits: already it had been a month or so since any of them had gotten laid, and they weren’t scheduled to return from Camp Centurion, Kuwait for another five months. Marian reached under her cot. “Well, I made sure to bring my pal Bob along.”
“No you didn’t!” and “You’re kidding me!” the other two ladies exclaimed as Marion produced a small bullet from her field pack. She began undoing her clothes, effortlessly slipped the device into her panties and turned it on before buttoning her pants back up. Linda could only shake her head. “You can keep the toys, Mary, but I do know this: I’m so horny I might just fuck the next guy who comes into that treatment tent!”
Marian snuggled up in her sleeping bag, the small vibrator sending constant waves of pleasure through her body. “Fat chance of that happening tonight; it’s 12:30 in the morning. I’m going to sleep… good night ya’ll.”
“Night, Marian,” Lucy said as she changed into PT’s and joined Linda in the treatment tent. “I’m not tired, so I’ll stay up in here if it’s all right, ma’am.”
“Well, I couldn’t sleep, so I decided to go play some ball. At one point, I went up for a dunk and I think I held on to the rim too long, because my legs went out from under me and I fell on my arm.”
“All right, just take a seat, remove your shirt and I’ll be right back,” Linda directed him before pulling Lucy aside. “All right, he doesn’t weigh much, so I think it may just be muscle trauma from actually landing on his shoulder. Give him a quick look over until I get back.”
Lucy was shocked. “Where are you going?”
“I’m going to, uh, scrub in.” She went into the sleep tent, leaving Lucy completely speechless. She knew exactly what was on the lieutenant’s mind, and really couldn’t blame her. Cpl. Richards was definitely a piece of work; he was easily 6'2" if not taller, and although not very bulky, his muscles were extremely well defined. Plus, from all their time working together, Lucy knew that Linda had a thing for black men, although (in her words, anyway) she had never been with one.
Linda, meanwhile, came back from the sleep tent smelling of baby wipes, the quick and easy hygiene solution of choice in this environment. She had also taken her hair down; no big deal, it was after 1 AM and unlikely that anyone of importance (or high rank) would be coming in at this late hour. She sent Lucy away and Lucy went outside, not back into the sleep tent, impliedly to make sure no one else came in. Linda looked Mike over and put him on some Skelaxin and two weeks of rest. Mike got up to grab his shirt and leave, but Linda sat him back down. “On second thought, maybe a massage would get rid of that pain a little quicker… if that’s all right with you, of course?”
Mike was speechless. Something was amiss here, but it wasn’t like he couldn’t defend himself if it came down to it. “Sure, I trust you won’t hurt me anymore,” he said with a half-hearted chuckle. Linda giggled. “Don’t worry, you’re in good hands.” She dropped the back of the exam chair to level and swung her stool behind his head. Mike couldn’t help but be a little nervous: a female lieutenant was volunteering to put her hands on him, and in a very erotic manner at that. You’re thinking too much, dude, Mike thought. She probably just wants to rub on you for a little bit, maybe get horny enough to go do herself, but she wouldn’t take the risk of fucking you here and now, she’s too smart for that. Besides, she’s right; maybe a massage would do the trick. Mike closed his eyes and allowed himself to relax.
Linda worked on the young man’s shoulder for a good while, and it was clear that she was enjoying it as much as he was. She was now letting her hands roam across his chest, and she occasionally swept her hair across his face. Mike couldn’t help but jump a little when she did that, as hair was a big turn-on for him. She looked down at him and smiled. “You like my hair, huh?”
“Umm…” Mike really didn’t know what to say; there was the right answer, then there was the truth. “Yeah, I guess so.”
“You guess so? Stand up.” Mike did as she ordered. “Now, how quiet can you be?”
“Extremely, if the situation calls for it,” Mike whispered.
She slipped a finger under her shorts and held it under Mike’s nose. “Trust me, it calls for it.” She nearly ripped Mike’s shorts off, exposing his massive hard-on. “Looks like you need some as much as I do,” she said.
“I can tell… well, it’s there for you… I’m sure you know what to do with it.” Mike was still keeping his guard up on the off-chance she was bullshitting him.
“Hmm… I’m not too sure I do, maybe you should show me?” She was being coy, which Mike didn’t like one little bit. If she was being any less than one hundred percent for real, he could end up in big trouble. But, like his father had always told him, big risks equal big rewards. He pushed Linda down to her knees and pointed his dick right at her lips. To both his surprise and relief, they parted and eagerly consumed his cock. She let out a low ‘mmmmmmmm’ as she nursed on his tip, her eyes first bulging with delight, then slowly closing as she basked in the sheer pleasure of having a dick in her mouth. She kept her hands at her sides while engulfing as much of his rod as she could. Mike was loving every moment of it; she was an excellent cocksucker, working her vacuum-like orifice over six of his eight inches.
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After a few minutes, Linda slid her bottoms off and laid down on the now flat exam table. “Give it to me good, but be gentle,” she told Mike. He nodded in comprehension as he took his position between her legs. She guided him to her entrance, and he finished the journey on his own. Linda let out a low, throaty moan; it felt wonderful to finally have a flesh and blood cock in her pussy, and her first black one at that. She’d heard about how sexually superior black men supposedly were from the Internet; the stories she’d heard couldn’t have been about Mike, but given the circumstances he’d suffice. He had a big dick, without a doubt, just not some of the monsters she’d heard some women talking about impaling themselves on. He was fucking her deeply but slowly, and while she was enjoying herself, she knew she wouldn’t really be able to get off at such a pace.
Eventually Mike pulled out and stepped away from Linda. She was tempted to ask him to continue, but shrugged it off; she guessed she’d be able to get him again if she really wanted him, and there was no point having a cock inside her that wasn’t going to get her off, regardless of how good it felt. As she turned to look at him, she could see that he was still hard as a rock. He put his shirt and shorts on, adjusted his bulge, gathered his rifle and protective mask, and then left without so much as a word. Linda would have been offended had she looked at him as more than some random guy who just happened to be in the right place at the right time. Her cunt twitched as she pulled her panties on, a tell-tale sign that she was still horny.
As he left, he ran into Lucy. “I guess it’s safe for you to go back in now,” he said with a shrug.
Lucy followed him as he walked off. “No way… did you really fuck her?” she whispered, not wanting to be overheard by her boss, who was certainly listening at the door of the tent.
Mike chuckled. “I normally make it a policy not to put my business out in the street, but I’m sure if I don’t tell you, she will… let’s go smoke.”
“OK, let me grab my cigarettes,” she replied as she went back into the tent. In truth Mike didn’t smoke, but the smoking area was at least a hundred feet away from the nearest sleeping tent. He checked his watch; it was 1:15 AM. No way would there be anyone out there at this time of night, he surmised.
Meanwhile, Lucy retrieved a pack of cigarettes from her uniform pocket and noticed Linda preparing to lay down. “Hey, LT?” she whispered.
“Yeah?”
“I’m going to smoke.”
“All right, just make sure you take all your stuff with you.” With that she pulled her sleeping bag over her head, not (yet) thinking anything out of the ordinary. Lucy did so, securing her own weapon and mask as camp protocol dictated. She stepped outside and found that Cpl. Richards was already gone, so she assumed he had gone ahead of her to the smoking area, which is exactly where she found him. Once there, and sure they were alone, he told her most of the details; that the lieutenant had been a decent lay, but the environment really didn’t allow either of them to fully enjoy themselves.
“Really?” Lucy asked.
“Yeah, I could tell she wasn’t really getting off on the slow stuff. Which is cool, not all women do, but that just happens to be my forte, and it works for me. She wanted to get her brains fucked out.”
“Well, I know she’s been reading a lot on the Internet about how much better black men are in bed than other types of guys.”
“Oh lord…” Mike sighed. “The problem with the Internet is you can never be too sure how real the people you’re dealing with are. I’ve been immersed in the online interracial dating culture, so to speak, for a while now. Some people are just airing out fantasies, and sometimes you see white men pretending to be white women talking about their “love for big-dicked black men,” and a bunch of other bullshit.” Mike took a moment to survey their surroundings; they were still alone. “But the bottom line is, if I wasn’t to her standards tonight, oh well. If she decides to give me the pussy again, great; if not, I will certainly not lose sleep over it…”
“Why do you say that?”
“Please,” Mike sneered. “I know when a woman is having a good time during sex. She wasn’t, and to tell you the truth the earth wasn’t exactly moving for me either. So I figured, no need to waste my time any further; just chalk this one up to a piece of ass that I was lucky enough to get, and move on.”
“How can you be so sure she wasn’t enjoying herself, though?”
“How could she, or I, or anyone for that matter, enjoy sex like that? When you’ve got a tent full of people within earshot that you have to struggle to not wake up? Sex is supposed to be loud and passionate, not quiet and subdued, unless you’re just trying for a quickie.”
“I guess…”
Mike cocked an eyebrow and looked at Lucy. “What do you mean, ‘you guess?’”
“I don’t know. I mean, I’ve had sex before, but I don’t think I’ve ever really had *good* sex.”
“Interesting… define ‘good sex?’”
“Umm, I don’t know…”
“In that case, I can tell you you’ve never had good sex,” Mike said, trying half-heartedly to stifle a laugh. “Wait a second, I just realized something,” he said, stiffening up.
“What?”
“I have just given you knowledge of a criminal act.”
“What? You think I would actually snitch on my LT?” Lucy said, sounding more than a little offended.
“No, but I do think…” He paused for a moment as he once again scanned the area, this time seemingly focusing his attention on a semi-trailer on the far side of the camp.
“You think what?”
“I think that both your LT and I would sleep better knowing your silence was… a little bit more assured.”
“What do you mean?” Lucy said, silently grasping her weapon.
“I mean, what has she offered you to keep quiet? I mean, even if we hadn’t had this conversation, you’d have known something went on between the two of us, right?”
“I could have guessed, but what do you mean, ‘offered me?’ She didn’t offer me anything.”
Mike smiled. “Very interesting.” He parted his knees and leaned in closer to Lucy. “What if I offered you something?”
“Like what?”
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“Give me your hand.” Lucy did so, albeit reluctantly, and Mike placed it squarely in his crotch, where in the darkness he was hiding an impressive bulge yet again.
“Oh my god, that thing is huge!” Lucy gasped as she rubbed his dick.
“Mmm-hmm. Here’s what I’m offering: I’m offering what could quite possibly be the best sex you have ever had in your life.”
Lucy’s better judgement told her to say no, but she was in no better straits than Lt. Marsett. And since the lieutenant had taken it upon herself to seize such an opportunity, why shouldn’t she? Only she would be sure not to waste it. “Where would we do it?”
“Follow me,” Mike said as he rose to his feet and started moving around the outskirts of the camp. Lucy followed him, and the eventually arrived at the semi-trailer Mike had been so fixated on earlier. He led Lucy to the back door to wait while he went and opened the side door. Eventually he came out the back door, escorted Lucy inside the darkness of the trailer, went outside to lock the side door and returned through the back door, locking it from the inside. “That does it,” he said." From the outside, nobody would even know there was anyone in here."
“Oh OK… so do you work with Private Hollis?”
“I sure enough do. Why do you ask?”
“That’s Ward’s boyfriend. She told me he brought her down her the other night.” Michelle Ward was another medic, and she had been dating Paul Hollis at least since Mike had been in the unit, which had been some two years and change.
“I knew it. We busted his balls about it too, but he denied it. Not that I blame him. But, I’m sure you didn’t come down here to talk about them.” He had now followed the sound of her voice directly to her mouth, and verified its location with his own mouth, using his hands to ascertain the orientation of the rest of her. She was sitting on one of the workbenches, and had stripped down to her bra and panties. They were frilly, lacy things, not the kind one would expect to find a soldier wearing on a deployment to the desert. What they were was merely an afterthough, however, as soon enough Lucy was *not* wearing them. Lucy removed her bra while Mike handed her her panties, which she placed together with the rest of her clothes. Mike moved from her head to her chest, cupping one of her breasts in hand and filling his mouth with the other. They weren’t very big, B-cups at the most, but she had enormous nipples, which Mike adored. He tugged at one with his teeth, eliciting a stifled moan of pleasure. Mike kissed her again. “Baby, you can be as loud as you want to in here; *nobody* can hear us.”
“You sure?” she whimpered.
“Positive. Our platoon sergeant was smart.” Mike resumed his nipple sucking, which caused Lucy to moan increasingly louder, as if she was finally starting to get over her nerves. Suddenly Mike dropped to his knees and, without so much as a word of warning, ran his tongue up Lucy’s leaking slit. The resulting jolt almost sent Lucy crashing to the floor, but she was able to brace herself. She was crab-style in mid-air, her feet on one bench and her hands on the other, with Mike on the floor lapping at her cunt in the middle. All inhibitions were gone now, as Lucy was now screaming out in throes of ecstasy. Mike licked her inside and out for what seemed like an eternity until she finally came, dropping her legs onto his shoulders as she did; supporting her own weight in such a manner was now too daunting a task.
Mike moved her back into position on the bench, turning her to an angle so that she could lay fully back. He rubbed her pussy; she was soaking wet and still seemingly climaxing at every touch. She gyrated her hips to move along with him. He lined his cock up with her twat, then slowly inserted himself into her, her back arching more and more the deeper he went. “Fuck,” she gasped, “I knew it was big, but I didn’t know it was *that* big!”
“I get that a lot,” Mike laughed as he began to work the member in question in, out, and against Lucy’s sex. Her moans echoed off the walls of the van, providing a perfect rhythm for him to fuck her. She started talking nasty to him: how no one had ever fucked her this good before, how this pussy was all his, how much she loved his dick, and how it was the biggest and best she’d ever had. He might have been inclined to disbelieve her, but the squeezing her cunt was putting on his cock told the true story.
Lucy spent the next fifteen minutes feeling Mike’s dick repeatedly swell inside her, not realizing it wasn’t him getting *bigger,* but rather her getting *smaller* as she climaxed over and over again, until finally she was locked into one continuous orgasm. Mike, meanwhile, felt his own release building up. He knew it would be neither prudent to come inside her, nor discreet to come on her and possibly risk making a mess that they wouldn’t be able to clean up fully. He rested his head against her g-spot and played with her clit while he pondered what to do. He was in no rush to come to a decision, because Lucy was loving this new kind of attention her pussy was getting; no man had ever thought to tease her clit, pussy, and g-spot simultaneously. The resulting orgasms were a different animal altogether; more violent, sharper, and attacked different points of her. When she had cum enough to satisfy him, Mike let his hardon slip from her tunnel and placed her on her knees. He jacked himself off as she sucked what she could, and even in the dark he had no problems aiming hot blasts of semen down her accepting throat.
Mike handed her her pile of clothes and opened the back door of the van so she could get dressed. He himself dressed in the dark, as his night eyes were almost flawless, and what he couldn’t find with them he used his other senses for. Once he had dressed and both soldiers had secured their sensitive items, they took separate routes back to the camp, but not before agreeing to keep this up as long as they could keep it a secret. Unfortunately, that effort was doomed from the start. In her anticipation, Lucy had forgotten her smokes at the smoking area. When she went to retrieve them, Lt. Marsett was waiting there for her.
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