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It was one of those days when I couldn’t do anything right. It seemed that everything I did was not good enough for my lovely wife but I continued to do as I was told. As I always did.

I had finished the lawns much to her disgust, vacuumed the house, washed the floors and was about to start cleaning the windows when she ordered me to go down to the supermarket and get her a couple of big juicy zucchinis.

Her snickers as I left hounded me. She told me that those zucchinis would satisfy her better than I ever could. Like the good husband that I was I went and did the shopping. I managed to find her some big juicy zucchinis but when I arrived home. I couldn’t find my wife.

I packed away all the shopping and decided that I should get the clothes off the line before it rained.

I came in from getting the washing off the line like the good house man that I was and I could hear noises coming from the lounge. I thought perhaps my wife was on the phone or something but there were two voices and one appeared to be moaning in pain.

Thinking that there was something wrong I threw the washing basket on the floor in the laundry and raced through the house. By the time I reached the lounge my heart was racing… but that was where I stopped. I tried to back out of the room quietly but my wife Sally heard the noise I made when I rushed in to see what the problem was.

I tried desperately, pleading with her that I thought she was in pain and I was coming to rescue her, but she didn’t want to listen. All she did was sneer at me. The evil look on her face was one I hadn’t seen for some time, not since the window cleaner had come to clean the windows…

She told me in uncertain terms that I was the pain in her life… it was then that I noticed that she looked a little flushed and I wondered what she was up to. Her words cut through me like a knife…

“Little worm… go to your room and stay there until I tell you to come out!”

I felt like the little worm she called me. I could feel my bottom lip trembling as I slid quietly out the door. It was then that I heard her talking to someone…

“Never mind him… he’s just my husband. He has such a small dick that I don’t even feel it when it slides inside me… not like yours!”

Just at that moment, I heard a loud moan, louder than I’d ever heard a moan and I was sure he was pushing his cock deep into her pussy, catching Sally off-guard.

I smiled inside even though I was hurting. She was right, I was just a wimp and a worm, but I looked back over my shoulder and watching the guy pounding her from behind. Silently I knelt on the floor just outside the door. I could see through them both through the little gap and the sight was incredible.

He watched him pull her off his cock before making her kneel in front of him. She knelt there, begging him to give her his big cock. She sucked it deep into her mouth. I watched her almost gagging from the size and him forcing it down her throat.

I could hear her almost choking on his big cock. And she was right; he did have a bigger cock than me and even though her words hurt, I felt my little cock throbbing in my pants while I watched him fucking her mouth.

I squeezed my cock in my pants, with each thrust into her mouth, I squeezed my cock… I knew he was about to cum when I thought I should back out and go back down to my room. But I had to see… I had to see her drink his cum.

I was just about to move away when he pulled his cock from her mouth and sprayed his cum all over her pretty face. I came in my pants… I looked down and I had the biggest wet spot, it was the worst little accident I had ever had.

Racing down the corridor back to my room, I could hear my wife yelling and cursing and screaming at me. I knew I was in trouble now… but that was nothing new. I’ll always be her wimp of a man with a limp dick.

Cheeky

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Quivering in anticipation I vaguely remember arriving at the stone mansion at the top of the hill. My virgin pussy was so wet even though I knew losing my virginity was going to be painful.

I found myself in a sterile room, the smell of disinfectant evident, the white walls and marble floor sparkled. I was shaking. I was nervous. The not knowing was incredible and I could feel the adrenaline rushing through my body.

From behind me, I heard a noise. When I turned and looked behind me there were two men dressed in white robes waiting to take me to the defloration room. The mend led me from the room, down a long corridor to another large and tomb like hall. It was quite huge and the marble sparkled and that same disinfectant smell was quite noticeable.

They removed my white robe and led me over to a large marble table that was located in the middle of the room. It was white. Everything was white and pure, just like me.

There were several women standing close to the table and they helped me up onto it. The coolness of the marble on my back made me shiver almost uncontrollably as they prepared me for what was about to happen.

I lay there with my hands resting on my breasts and waited patiently while they prepared for my big moment. They all stood round me, touching me, their fingers gently caressing my naked flesh. I was wet. My pussy was dripping and I couldn’t relieve myself.

Closing my eyes I let their touches take over my body. I felt fingers playing with my nipples and then a mouth closing down and sucking gently before nipping it softly. A moan escaped my lips and they knew I was ready. He stood at the end of the table with his hands wrapped around my ankles and pulled me to him.

Each of the ladies took one of me feet in their hands and lifted them up, placing them in stirrups. Suddenly I was vulnerable. I was open to this man and I knew I was ready for him.

I was twenty years old. The oldest virgin amongst my friends and I had to remedy that and I was about to. I was offering my body to the man in the mansion at the top of the hill. His hands were so soft and gentle as he spread my lips, touching my wetness and pressing his thumb against my swollen clit.

The silence was almost deafening. All I could hear was people breathing. There were two other women and four men, waiting patiently for him to deflower me. I could hear everyone breathing…

He opened me a little further so he could see if that thin layer of skin, the hymen was present. Satisfied it was he spoke quite loudly telling them that it was time.

My heart beat fast, I knew it was going to be painful especially when the women stood at my side and held my hands. The made sure I didn’t move as he took his place between my legs.

I was hoping he’d lick me first but I knew and felt that that was not about to happen. I could see in the candle lit room, his member. It was thick and hard and to me it looked monstrous. For a moment I worried that it would not fit…

He pressed it against my hole. The pressure was incredible, the resistance was almost over powering… he looked down at me, I could feel his cock pushing against me. He grabbed my hips and pulled me onto him. In one hard long thrust, he broke the membrane of my hymen and a pain intense and earth shattering shook my body.

I closed my eyes and screamed as the pain wracked my body. Almost immediately the women both leaned over and sucked on my breasts. Their soft tongues playing with me, almost soothing me and all I could feel was him fucking me, long and hard.

The man, who took my virginity, pulled his cock from my swollen and throbbing pussy. The women stood beside me watching his every move while another man took his place between my legs and slipped his cock deep inside me. I wanted so desperately to climax but I knew it wasn’t about to happen. Not yet.

When the second man pulled, he showered his hot semen all over my tummy and my clean shaven mound. It was warm and from above I could see that it had a tinge of red mixed with it. The third, the fourth and the fifth man mounted me. They all fucked me long and hard and each of them pulled and came the same way.

I thought it was all over as my feet were removed from the stirrups, but that wasn’t the case. He had returned, his cock hard and pre-cum dribbled from the little slit in the head. Spreading my legs wide he pulled me onto his thickness. He fucked me harder than before until he allowed me to climax with him. As we came I felt his hot cum dribbled down my legs, it was mixed with the blood of a virgin… and that virgin was me, so many months ago…

Cheeky

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She couldn't move, tied as she was. Not enough to relieve the pressure the taut ropes placed on her arms, or the ache in her widely-spread thighs. Her arms were fixed behind her back with decorative knots, her ankles forced apart by a length of steel bar fixed to leather cuffs at her ankles. She knelt face down on the expensive rug, her ass in the air, waiting for him to return.

When he came in, she sensed something amiss right away. There was something in his step, the motion of his gait. He crossed before her and though she did not raise her eyes, had been trained not to raise her eyes; she saw that the shoes before her nose were not the shoes she lovingly polished each morning.

Her heart jumped and her belly went cold. This was not her master. This was another, one of his friends. Which one, she did not know. She tried to imagine which it could have been, and failed. He said nothing, only went behind her once more. A glove fell to the floor beside her, her master's. Sign of their arrangement. Well. So she would belong to this man now, as she had agreed.

Only twice before had he invoked this right. Only twice. The first time with a mistress of such cruelty and cunning it had made her cry for a week just remembering it, and the second with a man whose skill with teasing and tormenting was nearly equal to her own Master's.

She wriggled over painstakingly and kissed the glove, feeling the ropes bite deeper, her tender breasts rubbing against the carpet. Her nipples were already hard, despite the fear in her belly.

What would he ask of her? What service did he require?

He touched her upturned backside with a gentle hand, and still she tried to fit a face to that touch. Which of her husband's friends was it? Was it handsome William, with his mahogany skin and catlike eyes, or Raymond, older and sophisticated and always so forceful and commanding? But then it might be Alex, perhaps, who was always so raffish and barely-tame. She couldn't say.

His fingers described the curves of her buttocks, gently playing under the swell and across the tops of her thighs. She did not move, as she had been trained, though in her nervousness, her eagerness to please this unknown man, she yearned to let her body rise like a cat's to meet his hand. This was not her pleasure, though. It was his, and she remained open to it, passive. Whatever he would do to her.

He wasn't wearing gloves, it was his bare palm that cupped her backside, then his bare fingers that slipped between her thighs and spread the silken petals of her pussy. He stroked her, deft fingers finding her clit and forcing it out of hiding, or sliding into her with easy patience, seeking out all the most sensitive, deepest reaches so that in spite of herself she shivered, straining at the ropes that bound her. It seemed she had been kneeling thus for an age.

He stroked his fingers in her, put his other hand to her hip and pulled her gently back on them until she understood, and squirmed herself back, undignified, able to move only using the muscle of thigh and belly and back, like a snake or a mermaid or some crawling thing. But he wanted that visible sign of her pleasure. She could not see him. His tongue made itself known in the cleft of her ass, and the scratch of a stubbly cheek – ah, not William! Not unless he had shaved.

He explored her pussy and ass, toyed with her clit. She moved back on him insistently now, fingers clutching at nothing as the ropes creaked under growing tension. He had a hand on the bar, steadying it. When he unclipped it from her ankles, she gasped slightly, and heard a faint chuckle in reply.

Firm hands pressed her thighs together; a firm grip took hold of her collar at the nape of her neck. She was pressed to the floor by his weight, able to see nothing but the carpet, the leg of the desk beyond, the single glove lying in her sight.

He straddled her calves and plunged into her, his cock hard and hot, heavy inside her. The first three strokes were rough, until her natural wetness had covered him. The pleasure of it was intense, after an eternity of waiting here, bound. Her fingers flexed uselessly, and she bit down hard to avoid crying out when he reached around to torment her clit with slow, gentle strokes.

She could do nothing to assist or speed her pleasure. He controlled it, and in that moment he controlled her, too, for she would have done anything if only he would let her come. The words hovered on her lips, but she did not dare voice them. Even her body's pleas were mute – bound as she was, there was no body language.

She was left with the trembling of lust, her ragged breath, the squeezing of her pussy, to convince him of her need. He thrust into her, his savage grip pinioning her, one hand on her collar, one on her hip. He used her body mercilessly.

At last he sped up with his own urgency, and when he came, she felt it sudden and quick inside her, her pussy milking it from him as she clenched desperately on him. Then he had pulled out, leaving her slick and dripping, come trailing down her thigh. He fixed the spreader bar in place again, ready to leave her as he had found her. He gathered up the glove, giving her a tantalizing glimpse of his hand, and stepped away. She trembled.

A lifetime later, or it might only have been a few moments, he stepped near again, knelt beside her as one would kneel beside a beloved dog, and caressed her thighs. She could feel him dripping from her.

He thrust his fingers into her again, this time wringing pleasure out of her with a patient, gentle touch; something secret, something shared. She came explosively, very quickly, in a torrent of feeling that had her gasping against the rug's harsh nap, riding back on his fingers as well as she could.

The aftermath left her tingling. Trembling... He pulled his fingers from her and pressed them to her lips. "Shhh," he whispered, and she closed her eyes tight on the secret as he rose from her side and slipped silently away.

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This article is the finale part in this transgender – transsexual series. I mentioned in my previous article that a client had visited a transsexual and felt comfortable enough to take his wife along next time he visited her.

I also mentioned that he thought the experience was incredible because it was the first time he had ever sucked cock. This guy had also told me that he had been curious for quite some time but he hadn’t dared find another guy to share that experience with.

His next visit to see the transsexual was one that he and is wife would remember for a long time. She had said yes when he asked her to go with him. Both he and I were quite surprised but then I suppose it depends on her fantasy and how interested she is to experience something a little different to the norm.

After having discussed what might happen and what he assumed they would both get out of the experience nothing else was said until after their time with the transsexual.

It didn’t take long before my client was back on the phone. He was so excited that he made an appointment to come and see me so he could tell me all about their threesome. I almost laughed because he was on the other end of the phone sharing almost every detail with me.

Of course I saw him and I’m glad I did because facial expressions are incredible and they show how genuine a person is. He was full of enthusiasm and excitement and the pleasure of what he had experienced was quite noticeable. He told me how much he and his wife had enjoyed their threesome with the transsexual.

The pleasure of them both joining in, in one session was something that they will remember for a long time. His wife loved watching him suck the transsexual’s cock especially since she was receiving an incredible pussy licking at the same time.

They were both disappointed though that the transsexual wasn’t staying in the area for a longer period of time.

As you can see from this couple, both you and your partner can enjoy the pleasures from one person. You can both get something out of a bisexual encounter with a transsexual, together or separately.

From what I have seen and heard it doesn’t matter what country or origin you reside in, I am sure you will find a transsexual who will provide both sensual and sexually erotic moments of pleasure that you desire.

However not knowing all the rules and regulations for each country, you will need to check those out for yourself as to whether it is legal to see a transsexual or not. In most states of the country I am, adult sex workers including transsexuals are allowed to advertise their services in one form or another.

If you do not have access to those details I suggest you do a search in your favorite search engine and I am sure you will find a sexy transsexual escort, with real phone number and real contacts.

Transsexual escorts can be found in countries around the world including; Amsterdam, London and in some places in Australia as well as Paris and Spain. If you can’t bring yourself to enjoy those pleasures in real life, then you can live your fantasies through others when you visit transsexual sites on the net.

You can make your fantasies a reality with a transsexual or a transgender person by yourself or with your partner. You can experience those curious desires when you can and remember sharing a fantasy can open your life up to sexual opportunities that you will remember for a long time.

Enjoy…

Marie

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Transsexuals are people like you and me, although they are a little different. In this article I want to continue and give you some ideas on how you and your partner can experience and enjoy the pleasures of a transsexual.

Working in the adult industry has allowed me to expand my knowledge and open my mind to many different types of pleasures and experiences. I have spoken with both men and women from different walks in life whose bisexual fantasies became a reality.

The reason they chose a transsexual over someone of the same sex was because they wanted something a little different. Quite often both partners wanted to share that experience together. So, the saying ‘the best of both worlds’ comes into play here again, with both partners experiencing that special moment together.

A bisexual fantasy can happen. Men can experience their male bisexual fantasy sucking cock and fucking someone with a cock. While women can have their pussy licked by a babe with tits… Unfortunately though in this case a woman cannot lick the pussy of this babe, but it’s a start.

The transsexuals that I have had the chance to speak to have all sounded quite nice, one in particular did catch my attention when she came to visit the city I was living in. She called me one Sunday night to find out what nightclubs were open. I had to disappoint her because the only one open was a gay bar in the next suburb to me.

She had no problems with that at all. So it really wasn’t a disappointment to her at all. It was where all the bicurious people hung out along with gay males and lesbians. Oh and many straight people hung out there too… they weren’t all that curious but the night life down there was pretty cool.

The transsexuals that usually came to visit or who advertised were escorts and they certainly had a large following with many people curious to visit them. It was while I was working in the adult industry that one of my clients from the same small city called me. He was excited because one of his fantasies was to experience some time with a transsexual.

I suppose I was a little shocked that he rang me first to tell me the news. He then rang me a second time to tell me that he had an appointment with one of them. The third time he called was to tell me all about his time with her.

His first visit with her was to see what she was like. He needed to feel comfortable with her before introducing his wife to her as well. Both he and his wife wanted to experience a threesome but at the same time they couldn’t decide whether to go with a male or a female. So in this case they chose a transsexual.

But before I continue with their threesome experience, I’ll tell you a little more about his one-on-one session with the transsexual. As I write this I still remember those phone calls.

When a client calls to tell me about something they have experienced I try hard not too pry too much. And I tried hard not to show how eager I was to hear all about the hour that he had spent with her.

He told me how incredible the moment was because it was his first time sucking cock and he was surprised at how pleasurable that was. He loved it so much that he wanted to try it again but this time he would take his wife along too. That was how comfortable he was with the transsexual he had met.

His next time with her, apparently was an incredible experience because when someone has a fantasy and the time is right, interesting things happen to people. I’ll explain in my next article about their visit to see the transsexual.

Marie

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I find it interesting that some people class transsexuals as a fetish. For some reason they feel that they can do this and it’s possibly because a transsexual is different to you and me. Transgender to me is a person is part of the LGBT community, thus making it more of an alternative lifestyle rather than a fetish.

But I’ll write this article explaining a little about transgender and of course we will all have our own opinions on transgender.

A few aspects of a transgender lifestyle may seem out of reach for some people. And those aspects may even feel a little strange to some people, because they may not understand my views, but we’ll see. Sometimes it pays to have an open mind and of course I like to think that if you are reading this your mind is open too, to other people’s thoughts and experiences.

Some transgender people may or may not have experienced a medical procedure for gender reassignment therapy, while others may not have an interested in any such procedure to change their body.

I believe from the information I have found in relation to this topic that transgender may include, crossdressers, transsexuals and transvestites. This article will cover transsexuals and a little information in regards to enjoying the pleasures of a transsexual.

Is she a he, or is he a she? That is the question that many people ask when they think of a transsexual. Transsexuals have also been given the title of shemales, tranny or trannies, chicks with dicks, lady boys, He She and even babes with boners. Of course many people will not believe that they are real people, some would even class them as being a fetish while some will see them as freaks.

Personally I see them as real people. I’ve spoken to several transsexuals and they certainly are real people, who have real feelings and thoughts and emotions. But they have a different body to males and females.

Transsexuals have a dick and they have tits. This in turn can benefit people like you and me, especially if you have an open mind to all things sexual. It can give both men and women the best of both worlds and in some cases not only can you live a transsexual fantasy with a transsexual you can enjoy a bicurious or a bisexual experience.

In the past I’ve had the chance to read up on transsexuals and I found that most prefer to be known as babes. I’ve also had the chance to speak to several ‘babes’ in the past and was told the same thing. However when it comes to advertising their services as escorts or on dating sites they prefer to be known as transsexual or tranny.

If I was to cover everything about transsexuals or the transgender community in this article, I could be here for days and you could be reading for months.

So I’ll end this first article on transsexuals by saying; if you really have an open mind and would like to experience something a little different, the pleasures of a transsexual can be something that you and your partner can share. If you have the opportunity to meet a transsexual, you will find that this one person can give you both the pleasures of a bisexual experience.

Marie

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Right here and right now let’s get one thing straight, dogging is really kinky but it’s got nothing to do with our furry four-legged friends. Instead dogging is a predominantly British activity that involves outdoor exhibitionism in car parks, wooded areas and quite public parks.

It seems that the term ‘dogging’ came to light in the early 1970s when some voyeurs would follow – or dog – and watch couples that were having sex outdoors. Some of these doggers soon realized that some of the couples were actually performing for them.

The couples knew that they were being watched and found that it added a distinct edge to the hardcore outdoor action they enjoyed so they made sure that the doggers didn’t miss any of the fun. From there it was only a short step to inviting some of the doggers to join in.

And the action just exploded from there. These days all you need is a mobile phone and someone to introduce you to the dogging scene and you’re set. Advice of the next dogging session in a person’s neighborhood is relayed to them by text message and on the day directions on how to get to the action are also relayed by text message.

And then it’s just a matter of arriving and watching or even joining in.

In some ways it’s sad that the old days of dogging – when there would be just one couple and maybe four or five watchers – has gone. These days most dogging events draw large numbers of participants and watchers and for many true voyeurs the fun has gone.

But for the rest of us it’s a wild time of free sex and great visuals as couples, groups and wild orgies erupt in front of onlookers who cheer on the participants.

Dogging has even found a level of acceptance from the authorities who are more keen to stop the spread of sexually transmitted diseases rather than try and stop the fun everyone has. Instead of trying to prevent dogging from occurring the authorities simply try to protect the participants from STDs by publishing health warnings in areas where dogging occurs. The authorities even arrange with those who run dogging websites to display safe sex messages on their websites.

That’s a rather enlightened approach and one that you would expect from European countries. But then the authorities are aware that, in dogging, they are facing a phenomenon that is going to be impossible to stop.

Research into dogging as far back as 2004 suggested that up to 60 percent of all UK country parks are being used by doggers and at the same time one dogging site had over 22,000 registered members so it’s been around for a while and it is getting more and more popular.

These days dogging has spread to across the English Channel into Europe where human sexuality is more accepted than in the United States. Dogging in Europe has certainly proved popular and there are even some adult videos out now that deal with the subject of European dogging. One was even shot on the edge of a very busy public highway and shows the true swinging style of dogging.

Sadly dogging has not taken off in a big way in the United States. The reasons for that are unclear but it’s hardly likely that the authorities in the US would turn such a blind eye to the phenomena as their counterparts do in other more sexually advanced countries.

Still, if you’re ever in the United Kingdom and you want to have some fun in public then hook up with some doggers, turn on your mobile phone, and you never know who you could be fucking … or watching … in the park on a warm summer’s evening.

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As an escort I sometimes get some odd and kinky requests from guys and, after ten years of having a great time with thousands of different guys, I’ve probably reached the point where nothing surprises me anymore. But that’s now and things were quite different even a couple of years after I started working.

Back then I was still learning about all the varied kinkiness that pervades our society and having a lot of fun doing some of those wild things. I can still remember my very first experience of dogging – even though it wasn’t called that back then and it still hasn’t really become all that popular in the country that I live in.

Oh … and before your minds take you too far down the wrong road dogging has nothing to do with our canine friends. In fact if you have a look in Google you will find that the British are the ones who gave it that strange name and it actually refers to sexual activities outdoors where some couples perform and lots of people watch.

Back when a client asked me for some outdoor sex I thought it would be a lot of fun and readily agreed. He was very specific about where he wanted it to occur, late one afternoon in a quiet car park that catered for visitors to a large public garden in the city where I lived.

I knew that by the time he wanted the action even though it would still be daylight the car park would be empty, the gardens would be closed and there was little chance of being interrupted.

He picked me up from my place and drove me down to the spot in his car. I like to tease my men so as we drove through the city I started to give him a hand job and of course, one thing led to another and pretty soon I was going down on him. At one stage when I came up for air I happened to look up just in time to see a bus crawl by while we were stuck in some heavy traffic. There were many interested faces looking down into our car from the windows of that bus.

When we reached the car park he asked me if I was game enough to be fucked out on the bonnet. Before I could answer he offered me more money and of course, being a mercenary little whore, I took it.

We started with me on my back on the bonnet and him between my legs licking my pussy and slamming four fingers into my dripping cunt. Yes, it really was dripping because for some reason outdoor sex just blows me away and this guy really does know how to lick pussy.

Damn that was hard – have you ever tried to keep quiet when every nerve ending in your body is demanding that you scream your head off? I bit my lip and dug my fingers into the metal beneath me but all I managed to do was scratch his paintwork and break a couple of finger nails. So I howled through three mind-blowing orgasms but fortunately no one heard. It really is a very isolated spot even though it’s right in the middle of the city and right next door to the Governor’s official home.

By the end of the fourth orgasm I was shaking so much that I doubted I could stand up but that was when he pulled me off the bonnet. I knew what he wanted to do next but I thought I would have to spend some time getting him hard but I didn’t. As I slid off the bonnet I touched the bulge in his pants and his cock was like a rod of iron.

When I was off the bonnet he turned me around and I leaned down on the car. He pushed my short skirt up over my hips and cheekily slapped my ass.

I felt his firm hands spread my ass cheeks apart and then his cock was driving into me and the screaming orgasms started all over again. This time I tried to stuff one hand in my mouth to dull the noise I just had to make but he reached forward and pulled my hand away.

“Scream bitch!” he demanded as he took a firm hold of my long hair and pulled my head back … and scream I did. Pleasure with a counterpoint of pain makes any orgasm even more intense.

Every time he drove his cock into me I thought my head was going to explode and when he withdrew I begged him to come back. I don’t know how long he hammered me for but when he was about to cum I remember wishing he could have gone longer.

In a way I got my wish because even after he had filled me full of his cum he continued to fuck me but I knew he wouldn’t last long. That flush of hot cum that feels so good deep inside me leaves a the head of a guy’s cock feeling super-sensitive and I’ve only had one or two guys who could last long after they’ve cum.

For a few moments after he had finished with me I half-lay on the bonnet of his car and when I stood up I leaned back against him and he wrapped his arms around me. I like that in a client – two people fucking their brains out for mutual pleasure – even if cash does change hands - don’t turn off as soon as the guy has blown his load. Touching after the main event and sharing the final wisps of passion is good too.

As we stood there I enjoyed the feeling of his arms around me and his cum deep inside me. I knew it wouldn’t all stay in there because he had blown a monster load in me but his cum was a sign of his possession and I like to be possessed by my clients.

I submit and I’m happy; they possess and they’re happy – it’s a perfect arrangement – so it was good just to stand there and enjoy those final moments.

“Have you ever fucked in front of an audience?”

“No …” I replied – intrigued and wondering if he had a very kinky job to offer me.

“Well you have now,” he laughed.

“What?”

“You have just been fucked in front of an audience.”

“An audience of how many?” I asked suddenly beginning to feel horny again.

“Ummm … about 10 I think … although I’m not sure, some of the guys might have invited others that I don’t know about.”

“And where is this audience and how did they get here?”

He laughed and took one arm from around me.

“Well you won’t see them all because some of them like to watch without being seen but there’s one guy over there,” he said pointing to a tree. “There’s another by that lamp post on the edge of the car park and another in those bushes on the other side of the road. And they got here because I invited them”

And then I did see some of them and one or two even waved at me.

So just before I got in the car, with his still hot cum running down the inside of my thighs, I stepped out into the middle of the car park and took a bow.

Later, before I got out of the car back at my place, I reached into the top of my stocking and took out the extra money he had given me and handed it back to him.

“What’s this for?” he asked looking more than a little puzzled.

“It’s yours,” I replied. “You gave me such a good fucking and such a kinky experience you can have part of it for free.”

So that was my first dogging experience even before it had a name … maybe that client and I were the very first ones to ever do it. I’ll never know but one thing I do know, I’d love to do it again but this time I would definitely want to know that people were watching.

The thought of people watching me get fucked is such an incredible and kinky turn-on.

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Now I know that there are some guys who don’t like anal sex but I’m definitely not one of those. I’m one of those guys who loves to make a slut howl with pleasure and there’s no quicker way to achieve that than to slip you’re cock deep into her willing ass and fuck her like a whore.

The pleasure it generates in those babes must be incredible because apart from fucking them I’ve photographed or filmed a few for websites. When some of them have been getting ass-fucked they can be looking right into the camera but you know damn well that they aren’t seeing you or the camera at all.

The pleasure is so intense for them that they’re focused somewhere inside their head where all that pleasure is exploding and they’re not seeing a single thing that’s out there in the real world.

For the guy it’s pretty intense too because you might have fucked a tight pussy or two in your time but you haven’t fucked anything as tight as an ass. It grips the shaft of your cock as you thrust in and out and the sensations are mind-blowing. Add to that all the noise the chick you’re fucking is making and it can be hard to hold on and not blow too soon.

Personally, I get the biggest kick out of fucking an anal virgin. I’m straight with them, I tell them that it’s going to hurt like hell for a few seconds and I always make sure that they are well primed.

Even before you start fucking their pussy spend some time licking their clit and getting them all hot and horny. Let their juices run down over the asshole and while you’re still licking them start to play with their ass too. Tease their asshole with your finger and then start to slip your finger into them.

But take it slowly, you don’t want to scare them off so be patient. Keep on playing with their ass while you’re licking them and start to get them a little loose with some more finger fucking.

Then get them up into a doggie position and nail their hot cunt and at the same time use your thumb on their ass, push it in gently and stretch it for them. They’ll start to get the feel of just how good it can be for them and they’ll want you to go further but be patient … don’t rush things, enjoy her pussy and give it a good fucking before you move on.

When you think she’s ready for it let her feel what it’s like to have your cock brushing against her ass hole and maybe even push it in just a fraction. Perhaps now is a good time to add some lubrication to the mix – both on her asshole and on your cock.

A little more fingering if you think she’s really tight and then it’s time for the main move my man. Push gently, and if she asks you to stop for a moment then do so but don’t withdraw unless she doesn’t want to go further.

When she’s ready push some more but do it gently. The pain will start to happen for her but, unless she asks you stop, keep pushing in and when the pain passes you’ll be in and ready to plunder her ass.

That’s the point where I really like to be fucking an anal virgin. Your cock’s inside her and it’s hurting, she’s probably gasping with the pain but suddenly she stops … she’s just been hit with the first hint of pleasure and it’s more intense than anything she’s ever felt before. It’s wild, it’s intense and her body is wondering what it was and it wants more and that’s when you move again.

Suddenly her body is on fire, her head is pounding and her brain is full of bright lights and she’s suddenly gone from being an anal virgin to being as anal whore and she wants more.

And you’re the man who is going to give it to her!

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Many people will remember back to their childhood years when they were spanked for doing something wrong. It was a form of punishment that parents used to discipline us.

That sounds very familiar, doesn’t it?

Spanking still continues to be apart of our lives in one way or another; in sexual play, in domination and in fantasies. Some partners will ‘lovingly’ spank their babe’s ass while he is taking her from behind, or while she is riding him.

I’ve seen spanking videos and pictures of girls laying over someone’s lap and he or she is spanking the recipient. It can be a turn-on for both parties involved. There is no discrimination when it comes to a spanking. Both male and females can be the giver or the recipient.

A lot of people get aroused by watching someone being spanked and the recipient can also become aroused while receiving a spanking. It is a form of domination but some people don’t see it like that when they enjoy a sensual moment with their partner.

One guy once told me that he finds spanking very erotic and sensual and he likes to spank his partner. But he doesn’t spank her when she is naked because he likes her to wear a short black latex skirt. I guess you could say that he likes two fetishes as long as they are put together in one sensual moment.

He loves watching her skirt ride up over her hips especially when she is bent over his knee. Lifting her skirt gently up over her bare ass he rubs his hand firmly over her buttocks before raising his hand. Her whimpers as it comes down onto her flesh turn both of them on. After each spanking he rubs her ass gently before bringing back down again.

That is just one example of how some people enjoy a spanking.

I have a slave that comes to visit and I love spanking him. He calls me Mistress.

I start his session by asking what naughty things he has gotten up since his last visit. I listen intently and weigh up how long he stayed away for before deciding which way to take our time together.

The session certainly doesn’t start with a spanking, because I prepare him first by playing with his nipples before clamping them. Once they are in place, I may talk quietly to him before moving away but only for a moment to retrieve the weights that I hang from his cock and balls. My slave is well trained and often comes with his leather cock and ball attire in place ready for me to attach the chains and weights.

Once they are in place, I like to bend him the wooden frame on my king size bed. It’s a good size for me to work with and he is just at the right height for me to spank him. In my mind I weigh up how naughty he was and work out just how much punishment he should receive.

I usually like to let my hand rub gently across his bottom first and without warning I take my hand up and bring it down against his naked flesh. I may spank him five or six times before rubbing his hot bottom. It depends on how I feel to how I spank him.

I know the spanking turns him on but at the same time he is not allowed to show that he is enjoying it. However his hardness is quite noticeable and we do go further than a spanking. I certainly love the way his ass glows red and it is often nice and warm before I move to find his special paddle.

Everyone is different and spankings do vary from person to person. You will find that many people perform a spanking in various ways and you will also find the recipient also responds in different ways.

Marie

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Crossdressing relates to someone who dresses in the style of the other gender.

Over the years I have had the opportunity to meet several guys who enjoyed trying on and wearing women’s clothing. These guys are generally called crossdressers because of that vary reason.

Not all the guys that I have met liked the same things but they were similar in that they preferred to try on their special clothes in private. A couple of them would wear their lacy underwear out in public or two work but they did ensure that no one caught on what they were wearing.

I’ve met guys who like wearing women’s underwear including bras and panties, some that like wearing just their panties and pantyhose while others like to really dress up. These guys I call private crossdressers because they haven’t come out of the closet yet. They haven’t ventured into the ‘outside world’ in their new attire.

Many guys who want to dress as females will only do so in the privacy of their own home or somewhere, where they know they are safe and it is very private. I have opened my home to several guys who love trying on women’s clothing. The majority of them will bring their own clothes and accessories with them when they come to visit. Others like to try on different things and they may not have their own outfits.

One guy I’ll call him John, was trying on his partner’s clothes on his day off. She was at work but slipped home early to have lunch with him. It was a surprise for him and certainly one for her too especially when she caught him in the process of putting makeup on.

Not every partner will encourage or support their other half especially if they suggest that they would like to dress up in women’s clothing or underwear. There are some partners that do accept it or who are willing to try accepting it and supporting their man and will more often than not, they will help them live that fantasy.

If we go the opposite way, I also know of women who dress as men. When women dress as men the opportunities for lots of sexual pleasures can be interesting. To ensure that she looks the part completely she will often wear a strap-on. It’s important that she takes the role as a male and depending on her partner at the time, she will certainly show him or her how her fake cock feels when it slips inside a tight hole.

There is another type of crossdresser that I haven’t mentioned yet. A dominatrix may encourage her slave or submissive to dress in ladies underwear, latex or leather. Their outfit often includes stockings and heels. Usually in this situation the submissive is often forced into wearing those clothes. But he never complains because if he does he will be punished.

This type of crossdressing is called forced feminization where men are forced to dress as a woman.

There is more to crossdressing of course and I will share that in another article.

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Bizarre means strange, weird, unusual and the unexpected.

When you include it with sex, you get bizarre sex which can include; midgets, weird insertions such as fruit and vegetables, massive sex toys, kitchen utensils and workshop tools.

The list of weird insertions certainly doesn’t end there. Bizarre sex can also include some pain and extreme fetishes, piercing, four and more fingers and massive cocks (bigger than big cock sex) in tight holes.

Bizarre caters to the sexual perversions of people who like things different to others. People who like to enjoy the weird and bizarre go for the full on straight sex because they like the unusual. Many would see that sex with vampires, cemetery sex, sex with midgets, waxing and extreme BDSM are quite bizarre.

When one tries to describe the bizarre world of sex, there are many subcategories that branch out from the word bizarre. It depends on what a person is looking for and how unusual and weird the sexual adventures they desire to what they or many others will class as bizarre.

Of course we could take the world of bizarre a little further and include scary sex with human like monsters while some people include masks and fancy dress as a type of bizarre act. I suppose in a way there are many things that people include in the bizarre category.

To me, a pearl necklace or ‘breast sex’ where he sprays his cum across a girl’s breast giving her a pearl color necklace of cum is quite normal. But others find that this type of play is unusual and bizarre.

I read recently that the use of a butt plug is also classed as bizarre but once again, that is something that is very normal to me. To me personally the use of a butt plug is all about anal play but then it is a type of unusual toy for some guys and women to use.

I did come across one guy who I found quite unusual a few years ago. When he ejaculated he certainly wasn’t the silent type. No, he didn’t yell but he certainly was good at yodeling. I kid you not and he didn’t do it just once, but twice and he caught me off guard both times.

To me that is unusual and bizarre. Although I have heard that yelling and crying out when you are about to climax is another act that some will deem as bizarre. And while many will tell you crying out and yelling is quite normal when one is about to experience an orgasm, that is very intense.

Bizarre is a world of unusual and weird sexual experiences. While many people will view some sexual acts as strange and out of this world, others will find that they are part of their normal sexual experiences.

It is not unusual to have fantasies for bizarre and unusual sexual moments. It’s when some of those experiences become a reality that they turn into a world of extreme and weird sexual pleasures. Many of the bizarre things that I have mentioned can be a reality while some will remain a fantasy.

Marie

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BDSM – Bondage, bondage and discipline, sadism and masochism, domination and submission and sadomasochism are the different views or the main sub-groupings when it comes to BDSM and a world where pain is pleasure and pleasure is pain.

Master and submissive, Mistress and slave, domination and submission these combinations make up the people involved in the different lifestyles and sexual behaviours.

BDSM can involve various levels of pain, but remember for some the pleasure is there for them also. Some forms of BDSM include; cock and ball torture (CBT), bound and gagged, hogtied, erotic spanking, flagellation which includes whipping, paddling and flogging.

Many of the participants of the BDSM lifestyle partake in acts that are neutral or non-sexual contexts and are considered by some to be unpleasant, undesirable or disadvantageous.

It had been considered that acts that inflict pain, physical restraint or servitude are performed against one’s will and to their detriment. However in BDSM the activities that those partaking in are engaged only with mutual consent of the participants and usually for mutual enjoyment.

Those who partake in the BDSM lifestyle always place an emphasis on informed consent and safety. The submissive or person in the submission role has a ‘safe word’ and it is always respected. In this lifestyle there is the element of trust and if the trust isn’t there then generally it is wise not to partake in these activities.

Of course BDSM can be taken further through verbal or physical humiliation, painful piercing, waxing or more extreme practices.

I remember when a professional Dominatrix visited a sleepy little town in the last state I lived in. Some of the locals were horrified that a lady such as this one was coming to visit. What surprised them even more was the amount of people including lots of men who arranged to see her.

She put on a wonderful exhibit of what BDSM was all about including verbal humiliation. Many people saw her privately while others experienced their session in front of others.

Some slaves and submissives have Masters while others have a Mistress. Some men liked to be controlled by a femdom and their time with them can also involve strap-on play. There are men that I know of that like to be treated as a sissy. So as you can see there are many ways in which BDSM can be performed and there are numerous ways a slave or submissive can be serviced.

Because this article is just a brief overview and there are many things that I still haven’t included here, I’d like to end this article on a side note about my slave. My slave and I often talk about the different things he would like to experience in a session. We do this prior to the moment and not the same day so that he has no idea what he will encounter when he comes to visit.

The pain threshold that he has is quite high and even though I love dominating him and bestowing upon him as much pain as I am able, he wants to take our sessions a little further.

Switching has been mentioned along with rope bondage and nipple play.

Marie

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Why are hairy pussies so attractive to some men? I’m not sure that it’s something that can be put into words and I know that I’ve been struggling to do just that for the last few minutes.

I’m not usually stuck for words and I certainly do love a girl with a thick bush but for some reason reducing that attraction to words is proving hard. Perhaps why I find hairy pussies so attractive can be expressed in five points.

1. What’s so attractive about a pussy that looks like a poorly plucked chicken? Absolutely nothing whereas a neatly shaped and thick thatch can be an invitation to the wildest sex you have ever had.

2. Imagine lying with a warm and willing slut in your arms and letting your fingers drift through the thick curls between her thighs. The soft touch of her hair is a tease - you’re getting closer to enjoying something that will make you feel good. It’s an invitation - let your fingers explore further and find what other delights await you. It’s a promise -of something wild and something different – this chick is and individual who likes to do things in different ways to other girls.

3. The feel of her pussy hair against you as you fuck her brings added pleasures – soft gentle touches that add highlights to the wild exploding pleasures.

4. A soft tuft of hair between her thighs can let you add a little pain to her pleasure. Counterpoint the wild thrills of her orgasm with a little sharp jab of pain as you tug on some of that thick hair – just enough to give highlights without giving so much that the pleasure is lost.

5. There is beauty in a hairy pussy – a contrast between white skin and hair color that encourages us to take and conquer. It is a crown that sits over her pussy lips and provides a visual magnet that draws us like bees to a honey pot.

The fact that not every guy these days likes a girl with a hairy pussy is somewhat hard for me to understand too. Look back at the porn movies from 20 years ago and you will see that almost every porn star from back then had some hair between her legs.

Look even further back into the porn from the early years of last century and you will see the same thing. Flickering black and white movies show girls with very thick thatches and sepia postcards show the same. Back then it was attractive and acceptable while these days its almost rare in porn movies and adult websites.

Personally I think that the move away from hairy pussies is a real shame because there is nothing that looks better to me than a girl with soft curly hair between her thighs.

Will hairy pussies ever become attractive once more? I certainly hope so and I’m sure that one day the plucked chickens will be gone and we’ll be seeing sweet pussies as they were always meant to be seen.

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I’ve spoken about a guy who would visit an escort so that she could trample his sandwiches which gave him the opportunity for him to enjoy her feet. He was able to lick and suck her feet clean. It was one way that he got his kicks from this style of foot fetish.

Other foot fetishists love looking, touching and admiring feet. Many men like to feel soft feet wrapped around their cock and I know that toe fucking is definitely a huge turn on also.

I’ve seen many sites that focus on feet and toe fucking and foot fucking is definitely high up there on the interesting features of this fetish. Watching toes and or a foot as it slips into a tight pussy is a turn on for guys who are into this type of fetish, especially if they own the foot or toes that are fucking the tight pussy.

My slave loves to play with my feet. At first it was a little strange feeling him touching my toes and sucking them into his mouth. But once I adapted to the different sensations he was creating, he was encouraged to do it. I’m not usually into the tickle side of the fetish but I do enjoy the sensual and sexually stimulating touches.

However I have a very good friend who often gives me a tickle massage. And more often than not he will ensure he tickles my feet. That feeling is very hard to describe, because his tickle massages create all kinds of sensual sensations. It has been mentioned many times though that they pleasurable noises that I make when he tickles my feet turns him on. I don’t feel the tickles though, all I feel are the incredible sensations he creates while playing with my feet.

I found the top of my foot is also very sensitive. So everyone who has a foot fetish is very different and there certainly are many different sub-fetishes when it comes to the foot fetish.

There are many different people in various lifestyles that have a fetish for feet. Not all feet lovers are straight. They can be gay, lesbian or bisexual and even transsexuals. But one group of people certainly caught my attention when I was asked to write stories for them.

Some guys and I know this may sound a little bizarre to some, but they are not into soft clean feet, they are into the smelly feet and feet covered in smelly socks. I’ll write about that side of the fetish a little later.

Many people will admire feet from afar. They like to look but they don’t touch. They will watch a girl from across the way and won’t say a word, but secretly they take in the sensual and delicate features of her feet.

Over the years many people have tried to establish where and how a love for feet or the foot fetish has developed, but unfortunately I couldn’t find any information about that on the net. However I did find some information that was mentioned from centuries ago. Many psychiatrists believe that having the love for feet is something that stems back to ones childhood.

It had been established that having a fetish for feet is fairly harmless. And to help foot fetishists ‘come out of the closet’ two men, Doug Gaines and Gary Brett started an organization to help people who have this type of fetish. Actually these men started two organizations. One was established for homosexuals and the other for heterosexuals.

Many people who have a fetish for feet don’t often talk about it. However we are seeing more information appearing on the net today because it is being highlighted on many adult sites. I also found that people are now researching this fetish too so that others will understand the foot fetish a little more than they do now.

And remember, you may have a fetish for meat tenderizers, for cute bottoms or even big breasts but many people have a love for feet. So don’t put someone who loves feet down until you try it or understand it.

Marie

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Many years ago, if anyone had asked me what I knew about foot fetish, I would have had to say, sorry… but I can’t help you. But now I am confident I know a little about this fetish through experience which I can share with you.

The feelings that one can experience when someone licks or sucks on someone’s toes is incredible really. Those sensations are sometimes hard to describe because they are different for every person.

We really shouldn’t discriminate when it comes to this fetish, because both men and women can have a foot fetish. A lot of men find women’s feet very attractive while some like them to use their feet to stroke their cocks and some guys love spraying their cum all over a girl’s feet.

I’ve seen girls sucking the toes of another girl’s feet so the combinations do vary. If we want to take the fetish a little further than that, we can. I have in the past had the privilege of writing for men who have a gay foot / feet fetish. The gay foot fetish is a little different to the straight foot fetish so with that in mind I will focus on the female side of the fetish in this article. However I will focus on the male side of the fetish in a following article.

Sometimes people really do not know where to start when it comes to worshipping feet. I’ll start with clean feet first, some like their feet well manicured and it is often easier to allow another person to look after your feet for you.

A pedicure is a session of treatment and it can be quite relaxing. That person would massage cream into your feet and in some cases a varnish may be applied to the nails. This of course makes your feet look attractive and appealing. The fun can begin with lovely looking feet.

There are different kinds of foot fetish including what some may call sub-fetishes. Personally I enjoy soaking my feet followed by a nice soothing massage before allowing the other person, my partner or my slave to lick and kiss my feet.

I also enjoy the feelings that are created when someone licks or kisses my feet while experiencing a wild sex session with my legs up over their shoulders. With my legs and feet up, this gives the guy the opportunity to suck my toes into his mouth or he may lick up and down the ticklish soles of my feet.

If I am not ready for it, then it can tickle like hell. But that doesn’t stop whoever is playing with my feet because they know how much I enjoy it once that moment of pleasure takes over.

Now remember I mentioned earlier that there are different sub-fetishes when it comes to the foot fetish. Many people like to do things differently or they will have a kink that not many of us could possibly even think of.

Just over 7 years ago my partner and I met 3 escorts, they wanted to have their own little website set up, plus they wanted business cards designed for them. My partner was asked to take the photos for their business cards and it was while we were talking with them that we heard an unusual story.

One guy was really into the foot fetish in a strange way. He wasn’t like some guys who loved to suck toes or like some who liked foot jobs. He really was into something a little different. One of the girls would see this client once a week during his lunch break. Lunch consisted of a sandwich usually with ham and mayonnaise.

This guy may be weird to some people but this girl never said no to him. She wanted to help him enjoy his lunch.

When he arrived at her place she would take him upstairs to her sparkling clean bathroom that had been bleached and disinfected. Ok, so some of you maybe wondering why. Well this girl would carefully un-wrap the plastic from his sandwich and while he sat on the floor he would watch her trample his sandwich.

She would use her bare feet and trample it until the bread, the ham and the mayonnaise were all over her toes and her feet. She would then sit back on the bath and let her lick them clean.

Some people may feel that he takes the fetish too far, but he certainly didn’t. In fact there were some days when he would arrive and this girl would be waiting for him in her thigh high boots. She would trample his sandwich the same way she did using her bare feet, however this time he would lick her boots clean. But that is another fetish and I’ll talk about boots another day.

Marie

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As an escort I can tell you that anal sex is very definitely a case of some girls do and some girls don’t while nearly all guys wish they would. But why the difference between some girls, why did I say ‘nearly all guys’ and is it as good as lots of people suggest that it?

Well you might find it hard to believe that some guys don’t like anal sex but it’s true, there are guys who aren’t even prepared to try it because, in some cases, it makes them feel ill to just thinking about it. If you’re one of those guys who don’t the idea of slipping your cock deep into a willing girl’s ass then that’s ok, sex in all its flavors is meant to be enjoyed and if you don’t enjoy anal sex then don’t do it.

Why do some girls not like anal sex? Obviously if some guys don’t feel comfortable with it then some girls are going to feel the same way about it and that’s ok. Those girls should never be pressed into trying it because, for them, it just won’t work.

Other girls could have easily become anal sluts just like me but they tried it with the wrong guy. I was very good friends with another working girl who was just as wild about sex as I was but she would never offer anal sex to any client.

It seems that early on in her marriage to a very unpleasant man he decided that it was time to claim her ass and did it roughly and without any care for what she was feeling. The pain was so bad she would never let anyone have her ass ever again.

Personally I find that rather sad because my experience was exactly the opposite. My man was gentle, he prepared me for it, by the time he started to slip his cock into my ass I was as horny and ready for it as I could be. Sure it hurt for a few moments and some girls experience that pain at the start of every session of anal sex but that pain soon passed.

Once the pain passes I can tell you from a girl’s point of view there is just nothing like anal sex. It blows me away as a guy drives his cock deep into me and possesses me. And that’s just what it is – a possession. He has me, he controls me, he fills me with his presence and I’m his fuck toy. All I can see, feel, or focus on is his cock deep inside me and that is what I live for while he’s inside me.

Every nerve in my body is screaming with pleasure overload and I’m probably screaming my head off too. I don’t want it to stop and I’ll do anything to keep that guy pounding my ass till he fills it full of hot cum.

Yeah I know … I sound like a total slut but when it comes to anal sex that’s exactly how I am. I don’t like it all the time and I never pressure a guy into nailing my ass but if he wants to I’m always ready for some hard anal sex.

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I can’t remember how it all started but a few of the guys at the plant and I regularly get together to compare notes on some of the babes we’ve met lately who actually have hairy pussies.

Years ago hairy pussies were quite normal but these days every chick you see looks like a poorly plucked chicken and that just about turns me … and the guys right off. So we look for hairy chicks and then share notes.

Anyway a couple of days ago.....

...one of the guys came along with a story about a hooker he had been to see. She wasn’t one of those girls you pick up in the street he said; instead he had found her number on the Net and had even seen a picture of her. But it wasn’t until he’d got her onto the bed that he found she didn’t shave.

Some of the guys really gave him a hard time about paying for sex so he just clammed up and didn’t say anymore but afterwards I caught him by himself and got her phone number. I’ve never minded paying for sex if it’s meant that I get what I want and, according to the guy at work, I was certainly going to get what I wanted from that whore.

Having that phone number in my pocket was bad news for my productivity for the rest of the day and I swear I took it out of my pocket so many times that by the end of the shift I just about had it memorized. Somehow I managed to wait till I was in my car out in the plant’s car park before I called.

At first there was no answer but just when I was about to cancel the call a rather breathless voice answered. Yes she was the girl I wanted to see and yes she could see me in a couple of hours.

When she asked me how I had come across her number I told her that a buddy at work had given it to me.

“Did he tell you that I’m not shaved?” she asked quietly.

“Yeah he did mention that,” I laughed.

“And you don’t mind?”

“Oh no babe I don’t mind at all! I love hairy babes!”

She giggled.

“Good … then I’ll have a little treat for you” and she was gone.

Damn it’s not many women who can get my cock throbbing just by talking on the phone but that babe’s voice held a lot of promise.

Right at the appointed time I was knocking on her front door. Oh man, she might have been a whore but what a good looking babe she was.

Long black hair, a pretty face, big eyes and a warm smile, big natural boobies, a ripe body that curved in all the right places and a short skirt that stretched tight across her wide fuckable hips. And that skirt was so short that out from underneath the hem there peeked a curl of her pussy hair.

“Damn …” I said biting my lip.

“You like what you see?” she asked and the laughter danced in her eyes.

“Oh yeah” I groaned.

“Then you had better come inside.”

She took my hand and led me through the door and into a hallway. She nudged the door shut with her foot and then leaned back against the wall and pulled me close.

“Is this what you want?’ she murmured as she slipped my hand under her skirt and pressed it firmly against her thick beaver.

Damn … she nearly had me blowing in my pants. Her hair was thick and soft against my fingers as they explored her thatch. She moaned as I slipped on finger down between her pussy lips and let it dance over her clit. I rubbed gently and she ground her hips against my hand.

“Oh god … oh god …” she murmured.

Then suddenly she gasped and arched her back against the wall. Her body went rigid until a shuddering sigh and moan from deep down in her throat signaled that her orgasm was complete.

For me she had a big bed and she let me take her as she knew I would want to take her. I plowed her hot wet cunt deep and hard and several times she stopped me just before I was about to explode.

“Not yet,” she would murmur as she eased my cock out of her and squeezed the base of the shaft to subdue the urge to cum. “Not yet … I want more of you.”

And she got more of me … across the bed … on the floor … in every position I knew and some that she taught me. We fucked like wild animals each intent on claiming some sort of victory over the other but each time she wanted to stop I obeyed. Through it all my fingers roamed in her thick black beaver and even held her when she tried to escape.

Finally, when she had stopped me for what was to be the last time she asked:

“Where do you want to cum?”

“Where would you like me to cum?”

She laughed quietly.

“I love it when a guy cums inside me – deep inside me and fills me full of his hot creamy jizz?”

“Why do you like that so much?” I had to ask because the tone of her voice left me in no doubt that it was something that she craved.

“Because for me it’s just about the ultimate submission … to be totally used by a man I hardly know.”

I looked at her for a few moments and then she sighed.

“I guess I’ll have to wait for that till next time,” she said as she began to guide my cock back into love hole.

“How do you know there’ll be a next time?”

“Oh I’m sure there will,” she laughed as she pressed her body against mine. “Now fuck the shit out of me and then blow all over that pussy hair that you love so much.”

Who was I to disobey a slut like that? I drove her into the bed with long hard thrusts that made her gasp and then she looked up into my eyes and giggled. I felt her juicy cunt ripple against my cock and I was lost.

I pulled out just in time and she took my cock and guided it into position. Streams of hot white cum spurted out of me and soaked into that thick rich black hair. She laughed as I groaned and when I was finished she rubbed my cock into her thatch to work my cum in deeper.

And the bitch was right there is going to be a next time and probably a lot more times after that because I can’t get the site of that thick black thatch out of my mind and for the brief moments when I do it’s replaced by that look in her eyes just before I blew.

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