Basic Instinct

My name is Angie and I had been married for nearly 5 years when the opportunity arose for me to have an adulerous affair with a married man. My husband worked away a lot, sometimes for up to 4 months at a time. Besides my main day job I worked in a bar at night to pass the time. From early February two guys came to the bar every night and I got to know them and what they drunk. Ray was pretty quiet, but Dominic was a lot more chatty. I found out he was married at 17 because he got his girlfriend pregnant. He was now 19. I was 21 and found Dominic to be funny as well as good looking and slim.

The one night he asked me if I was working the following night and I replied, 'Yes'! He said he would be on his OWN the following night and smiled sexily at me. I felt a tingle run down my spine at his remark.

The next night when I was getting dressed for work I found myself putting on my black see through bra and panties with matching stockings and suspenders (garter belt). I felt quite excited without really realising why. I put on a short suede skirt that was just enough to cover the tops of my stockings and went to work in the bar.

I was despairing of Dominic coming in as it was 20 minutes from closing when he came in - on his OWN. He ordered his usual drink and chatted to me as it was a quiet night. He told me his wife was away for a week amongst other routine chat. This sent a tingle through me.

Dominic was the last customer in the bar when it was closing time. I was cleaning up and asked him, 'Fancy a coffee at my place when I've finished?' Very quickly he responded, 'I'd love that. Thankyou, Angie!' I arranged to meet him outside.

Outside, Dominic was waiting discreetly in the shadows and he followed me to my apartment at a safe distance. He trailed me up the stairs and I made sure he could see up my skirt to view the stockings and suspenders I was wearing.

On closing the door to my flat, Dominic remarked, 'Nice to see a sexy girl who still wears stockings. Very sexy!' I smiled and said, 'Thankyou!'

We sat together on the couch and I purposely let my skirt ride up to reveal my stocking tops.

Dominic asked if my husband was still away. I said he was away for at least another week. at that, he put his hand on my stockinged leg and moved to kiss me. I did not resist and we kissed passionately as his hand went further up my leg and under my skirt onto the crutch of my see through panties. I parted my legs so he could fondle me as he wished. I, in return, placed my hand on his bulging trousers and could feel his cock steadily growing in size.

Dominic raised my skirt and undone my blouse and when he had done so said, 'Angie! Can I fuck you?' Without hesitation I said, 'Yes please!', I wanted him so much.


I led him through to the bedroom where we were soon stripped off. I was down to just my stockings and suspenders. Dominic was totally naked with an erection that was both longer and thicker than my husbands. I had only ever been with my husband. No other man had touched me sexually.

We lay on the bed and after a lot of kissing and fondling, I moved down Dominics body and took his cock in my mouth. This was something I had never done with my husband even though he wanted me to. It just seemed so natural with Dominic especially when he tongued me between my legs until I was soaking wet.

Both of us were soon at fever pitch and I eagerly parted my legs to let Dominic slowly push the whole length of his naked cock up inside me. I was so ready for him and wanted him so much that I didn't care that I was off the 'pill'.

Dominic fucked me for what seemed like an eternity, but his fucking was so good, so much better than my husband that I let him fuck me in any position he wanted. I had never experienced such intense sex. Dominic awoke all sorts of emotions I had never experienced before.

All to soon, I felt Doms thrusting was becoming quicker, harder and more determined. I knew he was about to cum inside me. I did not care at all. I WANTED his cum inside me. I wound my legs tight around his waist to hold him there as he spurted his thick, hot, creamy cum deep inside me. I fell back totally satisfied and smiling at the amount of seed he had planted inside me. It was so beautiful and satisfying like nothing I had ever had before.

The whole episode ended up with Dominic staying the night and every other night for a week with me - each time filling me with his cum, sometimes 3 times a day. Dominic would come to the bar and talk dirty to me when no one was about to get me sexually aroused enough to fuck with him.

In case you are wondering, yes, Dominic DID get me PREGNANT. I was able to pass the baby off as my husbands.

I had Dominics' baby boy in August 1975.

He has recently come back to town in 2007 and looked me up. Of course, I was VERY willing to experience his cock fucking me again. He can still cum as much as before.

I do not know whether or not I should leave my husband for him. Dominic has fucked me and it is the first time I have been fucked!

Jo Barlow had been married a number of years when she decided to take a job as and accountant as her husbands job was looking rather insecure.

Jo had slipped into her roll as housewife and mother seamlessly after two years working after university. With a big mortgage and Greg's job looking vulnerable she took the opportunity to get back into acccountancy through a friend.

She slipped into her professional roll easily and quickly caught up on modern day trends and practices. Trying to help her kids with IT projects she had attended a parents course at her sons school and had done MS office course and even a web design course as the kids got older.

In the office she found businesses struggling with their web presence and accountancy and financial problems. After seven years she set up her own accountancy practice specialising in online trading, offering accountancy packages and web design and specialised in online financial peroblems.

Greg moved jobs and supported Jo's growing business, she hand picked her partners and brought in web,html and xml experts to run clients online businesses and offered server packages to businesses using dockland server farm and US based servers. Her business took off and encouraged by two of her younger partners she went to the health centre with them and they got a personal trainer and stylist. Greg thought his wifes new body was stunning and they both enjoyed her new found beauty and confidence,

Jo and Anne were approached by a yachting and property business, after some initial long distance talks and a complicated written proposal Jo was asked to meet with the client at their office. The business involved holday lettings and yacht leasing and yachting holidays. The owners office was a yacht in the west indies, there was a lot of potential for Jo's campany and her secretary booked to flightd to Grand Bahama for her and Pip her IT and web design guru. Pip was aquiet no nonsense guy married with three kids, never one to follow a fashion or attend fashionable bars or gatherings. Jo and Anne often remarked to others that nobody really seemed to know Pip, but he was brilliant and innovative. On arrival they called the GSM number of the client, a small island hopper plane had been booked to take Jo and Pip to the clients current mooring. The carribean beneath them was a stunning blue as the pilot of the small plane called over the engines noise, as he banked they saw the huge twin hulled cat below them.

A jeep took them from the landing field to a beach where they were met by Angel sat on the side of a small inflatable Rib. Jo guessed she was about 40, a stunning californian blond dressed in a dental floss black bikini. Pip seemed unimpressed as Jo introduced him, if the stunning body did anything for him, you would never have known. "get those off or get wet" said Angel pointing to their trousers. They were needed to help push the boat into the water. Safely stowing their bags they both stripped off, Under his surfer style combats Jo noted Pip's muscular legs and tight arse clad in skimpy briefs as she saw Angel eyeing him up. As they raced to the huge catamaran, Angel apologised that she had sent her partner Jimmy to LA to sort out a new property deal. As she chatted as they sipped a rum punch on the large deck of the sail boat, it became apparent that Angel was the boss of the business. Jo was given a reasoanble sized cabin and Pips was just along frome hers, he was quite tall so Angel gave him the smaller single as the bunk was larger.

As it was only and hour from darkness Angel hurried them to stowew their bags and join her at the control bridge. At a push of a few buttons the Cat moved from it anchorage and the sails rose above them as the yacht picked up speed and swiftly left the island behind them. Anghel took the boat to a samll island bay just over an hours sailing away. In the darkness they could see the towering island around them as the clanking of the anchors dropping to the sea bed broke the silence and they gazed at the moon and stars. Angel had prepared Chicken and A florida style salad for dinner and they drank a nappa valley chardonay or the like. Pip was quite quiet and surveyed the ships computer and navigation set-up and Angel made him call his wife on her Sat Phone as the two women chatted.
I like to start with a morning swim before breakfast, so we'll have an early night and I'll call you at 6.15. The cool aircon had Jo drifting off to a deep sleep after the long day and flights. "HELLO HELLO JO & PIP. ITS SWIM TIME AND BREAKFAST", Jo jumped at the tone from the speaker as she came to terms with her surroundings and pulled her naked body from the bed, shhe opened her bags and found her yellow bikini. Not bad for 48 she thought as she looked at ther arse in the cabins floor to ceiling mirror and adjusted her tits as she did up the little clasp between them. She nearly bumped into a bleary eyed Pip as he shuffled yawning along outside her door.

He was in some ridiculous surfer swim pants and his mop of hair 1/2 covered his face, Jo noticed that he actually had a six pack and well developed chest and arms with a deep tan. Somebody in the office had said he was into surfing or something but as he never talked much, his outside work life and interests were a mystery.THe large sliding doors to the deck were open and in the early morning light Angel called out "hi People" she was swimming about 100 metres away. Jo took the ladder to the tender and jet ski platform, she turned to see Pip climbing onto the rear gaurd rail and with a spring of his legs he did a graceful competition style dive into the sea splashing her. He bobbed up and struck out swimmimg like an olympic competitor for a couple of hundred metres in the smooth sea as Jo swam and chatted with Angel. "nice guy and good dive" said Angel, "yes he is a bit of a dark horse I think" said Jo as they swam back to the Cat. Pip had got there and was on deck drying himself with a huge pale blue towel with the boats name on it. If he noticed Angel naked behind Jo he never let on, Jo was quite taken aback as she towelled herself and noticed that her hostess was naked. "How do you like your eggs"asked Angel as she walked to the galley stairway, "SCRAMBLED OK" Yes they both said as they took seats at the table set on the deck, taking in the beautiful blue sea and island as they sipped iced juice.

"Good you found the juices and cereal" said Angel as she reappeared a few minutes later with a covered tray held away from her to clear her ample tits, "full english" she laughed. " I lived in England for 5 years" she added. "you serve"she said to Pip as she turned away to get some knives and forks. Her arse was firm and round and her pussy lips were framed through the crack at the top of her legs. As she turned Jo averted her stare as she noted her smooth brown mound and pussy, the woman was smooth and hairless apart from her blond head of hair amd she had an all over tan. Pip tucked into his eggs bacon and sausage and never seemed to notice theire naked cook whilst Jo and Angel chatted and Jo tried to look her in the face.

As they finished coffee. Angel asked for them to set out their proposal. As they went to get their stuff she took the tray away to the galley, "OOPS, sorry, I could put a bikinin on if you prefer" she called. "IF IT PUTS YOU OFF" she added. "ugh NO, its OK" Called Jo. "isn't it" she called ahead of her to Pip. Who didn't seem to have noticed the beautiful naked woman before him.

He set up his projector and proceeded to make the web site proposal. Angel got very excited about the layout and stunning graphics as he ran through different scenes for their various options and Angel pulled her legs up feet together laying back Against the back of her white leather couch. Pip seemed to miss a beat or two at his point, he was talking directly to Angel who had one arm behind her head and her left hand rested near her exposes puss, as she seemed to itch her pussy lips with a long nail. At his hesitation she moved her hands behind her head as Pip continued his spiel. Clicking through various options and features not looking at Angel. They broke for coffee and Jo asked if he was not put off by Angel. No its fine, she looks good. And if she is happy that way, we should go along with it. The Sat Phone ringing interrupted and Angel paced taking the call as Pip, took another short swim. "I'll be fine" she said to her caller, see you next month. She put her foot on a chair as Pip sat down, her pussy was clearly in his face as she explained that Jimmy would not be back as their builder had labour problems and a project was now six weeks behind schedule. "He worries when I am alone" she said. They had some lunch and again after a call Angel had to stop and do some emails, Jo and Pip were quite tired after the previous day and took the opportunity to have an afternoon nap, Jo woke and realised the boat was moving, On the control deck. Amgel was now naked above the waste and had a loose thin wrap around her waist as she stared the boat.. We need fuel and water in a day or two so we need to move she said. They anchored at about 9pm off another island, the air was still and hot. Jo assisted by Pip had put togeter a meal whilst Angel sailed the boat. She set the radar to a security mode explaining to Pip what it did and turned off the Navigation and GPS gear as the anchors dropped to the sea bed.

They chatted and ate, "no Aircon tonight, I am to low on fuel" she explained. Have a swim and shower if you get to hot and you'll sleep better she said. As they chatted late into the night about business beads off sweat ran from them and Angels tits and body glistened as she got another drink as Pip emailed for some stuff from the office.

They swam at about 1 am and Jo took a short shower before she slept naked on the bed the port window and door open, Jo thought she heard a noise in the night and voices but went back to sleep, with Angels body Pip would not be bothered about hers if he passed her door. Waking at about 8 as the boat bobbed gently a slight breeze through the cabin. "Hi Jo" said Angel stood naked in the doorway "breakfast is ready, come and have a swim before the wind gets up and we have to move". Jo got off the bed before she remembered she was naked and went to pick up her bikini. "No need for that" laughed Angel. "Come on live free, like me" she said taking Jo's hand amd pulling her out of reach of her bikini. Jo knew she looked good for her age and had allways walked around naked at home in front of Greg and the kids. She giggled and followed Angel towards the main cabin and out onto the deck. Pip had come up from the galley in amother pair of silly long shorts carrying a jug of iced juice. Jo was sure he blinked seeing her naked but he called "mornimg Jo". Angel pulled Jo's hand so that she was now beside her, "get em off buddy" she barked pointing at his shorts. "fair is fair" isn't it she said to JO as her hand instibtively went to cover her neatly trimmed bush. "Um Yeah Yeah, well yes of course" she said slightly shocked. As she turned to the steps to the rear platform she noticed Pip walking naked towards the cabin stairway. As they swam in the warm Carrribean water Angel suddenly clapped and Jo turned to see Pip climbing onto the rear rail again. He steadied himself before he dived as the two womens mouths drpped and Angel let out a low gutteral moan and Jo a low whistle. His cock was fat and quite long as he stood before he dived. Greg had a good six incher and Jo and him had aleways had good sex. "wow, big cock" said Angel. "Agh Yeah, gues so" said Jo. "You ever had one like that" asked Amgel. "Only ever had my old mans" replied Jo without thinking. Amgel laughed and then Pip popped up nearby. They swam and Angel said that here was a weather warning and that they would have to sail to a safer mooring. They swam to the boat as Pip got out ahead of them. He was virtually tanned all over and he obviously tanned naked.

There I was nearing checkout time and had no clothes, money or I.D. after my old-flame and reunited lover had cleaned me out while I showered.

“Yes, losing a few clothes, money, and my I.D. was worth the exciting night of sex I’d just shared with sexy Ling,” I thought. She had always been vengeful so I can’t say that I was surprised at her actions. I did know that I had a good chance at getting her to come back for more sex and possibly fulfill one of her strongest fantasies.

First I called down to the concierge and gave instruction to have some casual clothing in my size delivered in a few hours and arranged to keep the room for another night. Second, I phoned a local limousine firm with which I had a previous relationship and a company credit account and left word for my favorite chauffer to call me. Then, I did a little research in the local phone book and made a few calls.

It was nice that I had a good memory as I not only know my main credit card number by memory, I also took a look into Ling’s handbag last evening to get her current address. No phone number was handy but the street address was easy to remember.

The phone rang and it was Tony, the most service oriented chauffer I’d ever had in the city and he was the type who remembered his clients and was always ready to provide outstanding service. I spoke with Tony and told him of arrangements I’d made and he proved ready to assist me and thus the wheels were in motion.

Late that Saturday afternoon, Tony pulled his understated and stretched Jaguar to the curb in front of Ling’s townhouse. Dressed for the part in a professional chauffeur’s uniform and hat, Tony carried a brightly wrapped box with red bow to the door, left it on the step, rang the bell and returned to sit in the car.

As expected Ling came to the door, saw the package and picked it up without evening noticing the car and driver sitting out front. I guess a sexy, large breasted Chinese girl who knows how to dress to kill is used to getting presents on her doorstep.

In about forty-five minutes Ling appeared at the door looking to Tony and the car and began walking out. Tony jumped out and moved to open the back door for Ling. She got in wearing a very short and tight mini-skirt with lace stocking tops showing when she sat down. Ling was well beyond being embarrassed or overly self-conscious about being well dressed, not cheap, but well dressed with feminine power and sexuality. I had taught her these things years before and she had admitted that it had changed her life.

Tony told me later that he had enjoyed watching her in the video monitor as she sat in the luxurious deep leather seat with the short skirt and light cream silk blouse opened low enough to show the lace trim holding her ample breasts. He said that by the time she had read through the note I’d had for her in the car that her nipples were really hard and that it was all she could do to keep from sliding her hand up between her sexy legs to rub her pussy!

As they drove to the next stop Tony reported found the second package, this one in the car. The first package had contained a proposal for the evening and the matching set of lingerie that Ling was now wearing underneath the black mini-skirt and silk blouse. This second box contained a DVD with a note that said to have the driver play it for her on the in-car vid-setup.

Ling handed the DVD to Tony and he put it on the screens in the back. As Ling watched her arousal began to grow. First she had gotten turned on by the note I had written which briefly described the sex we’d had the night before and hinted at what might be to come later tonight. The note said that soon she’d be seeing some of the things that might happen to her.

As the DVD played, Ling began to have real trouble keeping a calm demeanor. She was watching a lovely Brazilian woman with an incredible ass and long curly black hair make love to a petite young blue-eyed blonde girl. In the scene I’d told Tony to play, the bronze-skinned Braziliana was dressed in nothing but a thong and was seated on a beach towel tenderly kissing and undressing the small blonde who was dressed in a typical school girl uniform.

Not only did I know that Ling had always been turned on by Latinas taller than herself but she had also liked the thought of making love to an all-American type girl. She’d never liked my idea of her making love to another oriental – they turned her off for some reason. This scene had both of what she liked and I knew it would make her hot. Tony confirmed to me later that it had done its job as Ling visibly squeezed her thighs together repeatedly while watching and he thought that she may have even had an orgasm.

Next stop was at a salon and was the make it or break it point. If Ling went through with the plan for this stop then the evening would certainly be a success. I had arranged for her to not only get a standard bikini wax but to have her entire pussy professionally shaved as smooth as is possible. When we had been together a decade earlier she had always found a shaved pussy to be sexy when I described situations to her. Now I would find out if she was turned on enough go through with having her own pussy shaved. My only regret was that I wouldn’t be there to watch but, I had other things to do.

While Ling was in the salon, Tony gave me a call to say that all was going well and that she had not come back out right away. I was busy finding a suitable partner to bring Ling’s lesbian fantasies to fruition.

Escort services are like the worst used car salesman, they seemed to happily tell you anything to get you to buy. I had a very specific description for the lady I’d like to join us for the evening: at least five-foot and six-inches tall with long dark hair and brown to bronze skin and of Latin extraction with an accent being a plus.

Every one of the people I phoned claimed to have such a person ready to go but with persistent questioning I determined that they would describe a red-headed fair-skinned girl with a tan as being Latin-looking if it got the booking. So, after finding what seemed to be three different girls who might match my needs, I arranged for each to come by the hotel for a preview. One was happy to come at no charge and the other two only wanted cab fair and twenty-five bucks as long as it was just a pre-view.

While Ling was having her pussy shaved at the salon, and no doubt having a few orgasms, I was interviewing high-class call girls in my hotel suite and being thankful that the hotel was happy to advance a known customer some serious cash.

Everything worked out well on my end as the first girl was perfect: tall, long black curly hair, great skin and she looked fabulous in high heals and a formal dress. The other two women were nice but not quite tall enough to really stand in dominance over Ling which is what I suspected she really liked.

Lucia was the name she gave and we settled the bill for the next eight or so hours in advance and discussed in detail our plans to give Ling a wonderful night. Lucia had come dressed formally as I had asked and wore the most appealing dark red lipstick. Being a professional, Lucia simply oozed sexuality even when conducting business.

Before I knew it, and with no prompting from me, this gorgeous Latina was kneeling before me and pulling my cock out of my slacks and licking and stroking me to full attention.

“We might as well make sure that you are ready to go for tonight. We don’t want you to come as soon as you see me kiss your pretty Ling,” she said with a devilish grin looking up from my glistening cock.

“I surrender to your expertise,” I replied as I relaxed leaning back and enjoying her sexy lips moving up and down my cock.

It was long before I was shooting my come in Lucia’s mouth and just after the phone rang with Tony telling me that he was on the way to the hotel with a glowing Ling in the back seat. I asked him to tell her that she would be joining me in my suite for in-room dining.

Lucia and I had already planned our moves and thus she retired to the bedroom and closed the door as I awaited Ling’s arrival – freshly shaven pussy encased in delicate lingerie and a great appetite for sex.

When Ling came to the door and entered the room, there was no mention of her taking off with my things, she just pitched my wallet onto the chair and smiled with a sweet and guilty look. I stepped forward and hugged her tightly running my hands down to her ass and rubbed her cheeks firmly.

As we began kissing passionately I slid my hand under her skirt and panties across her very hot, wet, and smooth pussy. Ling began to shake and shudder and enjoyed an orgasm right at that moment. The stimulation of being shaved by a stranger in a salon had her on the edge of bliss but she had held it until that moment when we kissed and I touched her hairless pussy for the first time.

To show Ling how much I appreciated the clean shaven pussy, I pushed her back against the arm of the sofa and kneeled before her. I pulled her black lacy panties down, shoved her skirt up to her waist, and moved my lips toward her lower lips and began kissing her with intensity. She moaned as my tongue extending into her newly bald slit. I licked and kissed her pussy alternating nibbling on her clit with long strokes of my tongue on, and inside, her swollen lips. (If women knew how much more they’d get oral sex with a bald pussy, at least from many of us, they’d shave everyday!)

After giving Ling a good licking, I stood up and kissed her with her natural lubricant covering my mouth. After we kissed for a moment, I whispered in her ear that this wasn’t the only pussy she would get to taste tonight.

Dinner came and we dined on great food and enjoyed a wonderful wine. Knowing that I love dessert, Ling asked “What do you have planned now?” as nothing had been served. She couldn’t have set me up any better!

“Open the door to the bedroom and you’ll find our dessert,” I said with a wry smile.

I’m sure she was thinking of chocolates and strawberries or some other love friendly food and I was certain that a relatively tall, sensual Latina dressed wearing beautiful silver formal was not what she expected to find.

The lights were low in the bedroom with just a corner lamp, a picture light, and several candles illuminating the large well appointed room. Soft music was playing and diagonally across the bed laid a lovely woman on her side in a shimmering silver dress. The bottom was slit all the way to mid-thigh and was lying open in the front showcasing two lovely long legs encased in white stockings with lace tops attached to lace garters.

Lucia’s head was propped up on her hand, elbow resting on the soft bed, and her long mass of curly hair was laid out around her head making a dark frame for her pretty face and sensual eyes and lips.

I stood behind Ling as she took all of this unexpected sight in and processed the scene in her mind. Gently I nudged her into the room at which point Lucia moved from her carefully arranged pose and stood to greet us.

Walking forward toward Ling, her accented voice said: “Hello Ling, I’m Lucia. Jack told me how beautiful you were and he was not exaggerating I’m pleased to see.”

I hired an Amish maid about a year ago to help my wife clean the house. Her name was Amanda and she was 19 years old. She was very plain. About 5'4 110 pounds. She was very pretty even though it was hard to get a glimpse of her through her long amish dress and her hair was always up in her bonnett. She was left alone during the day when she was working, and I never came home during the day to check on her because she seemed very responsible. However, one day I left work late morning.

When I got home, I entered the house, and there was no sign of Amanda. I walked throught the house looking for her...Still, no sign. I went into my bedroom thinking she might be cleaning in there...She was in there, but she wasnt cleaning. She was sitting in my bed, talking on the phone. She took her bonnett off and let her hair down...She had golden blonde hair. She looked very sexy. She saw me and quickly got off the phone.

"I'm sorry, I was on the phone with my boyfriend. He's working a job nearby and he wanted to see how my day was going". "Boyfriend?, I didnt know you had a boyfriend...I'm not surprised. You are a very attractive young woman". Amanda's face turned bright red when I said this, and she got up from the bed...However, she had something behind her back...I noticed it was her panties...She had taken her panties off while she was on the phone...She noticed that I caught her and was really embarrassed. "I'm sorry Tony, I wasnt talking to my boyfriend. I called one of those phone dating services and was trying to have some fun on the phone. I'm really embarrassed, If you fire me, I wont be upset". "Fire you? No, I wont fire you, but why doesnt your boyfriend take care of you?" "Well, truth is I dont have a boyfriend, and I've been feeling this urges and thought I'd try something new out". "I understand Amanda, I've been there before when I was younger. I know what its like.

This can be our little secret. If you want, I can show you what you are missing." "Tony, what about your wife? and you know Amish women arent suppose to have sex until we get married." "I know that Amanda. Noone will ever know" Before she could say anything else, I grabbed her close to me and started kissing her. I pulled up her gown and looked at her pussy....It was very nice. I rubbed my hand up her thigh and touched the outside of her pussy. It was very wet. I reached around and unzipped her dress and took it off. She just stood there with her bra on. Her breasts looked much larger than I ever would have guessed. They were at least 34-Ds and her nipples were hard. "Tony, I dont think we should do this. It does feel right" "Amanda, you'll enjoy this once we start. Trust me". I started kissing her neck and cupping her breasts with my hands. She started to moan. She reached down to my pants and unbuttoned them. "I've never seen a grown man's penis before. Can I see yours?" "Of course amanda, you'll can touch it, kiss it, do whatever you want to it." At this point we were both naked.

I sat down on the bed and she knealt down in front of me and was touching my cock. She asked "What do men like done to their penis?" I said "Men, like to have their cocks sucked. Put it in your mouth and suck it like a popcicle". She put my cock in her mouth all the way. She was very good for her 1st time. It felt amazing! "Keep it up! You are doing great. It feels sooo good!." After awhile, she stopped..."Hmmm I love sucking your cocked. It makes me wettier". She stood up and wrapped her legs around me and started kissing me again. This time she was much more into it. I laid her down on the bed and started sucking on her nipples. this Drove her crazy.

She started moaning louder and louder. While I was sucking her nipples, I started rubbing her pussy. I started to finger her pussy. She really enjoyed this....Then I spread open her legs and started licking her pussy. This drove her nuts. Her pussy juicy started flowing. I could feel her cuming. She was a squirter! She screamed in joy after her first orgasm. "Dont stop, Please dont stop"! She came another time while I was eating her pussy.

I stopped eating her pussy and said "Amanda, would you like to have this cock in your pussy?" "Oh, please Tony. Fuck me!" I got up and sat in a chair. "Amanda, come over here". SHe walk over and sat on my cock. Her pussy was tight! It was like a vice grip on my cock! "Hm Amanda, you have a nice pussy. It feels so good" She started riding my cocked. And she moaned loader than even before. She squired again while my cock was inside of her. She dug her nails into my back has she came over and over. "Oh tony, fuck me harder" So we moved over to the bed. I opened her legs on the edge of the bed, spread them open, and slammed my cocked into her. I rammed her hard over and over. She couldnt contain her joy. She screamed louder and louder.

She was so loud I had to cover her mouth. I was afraid the neighbors would hear. After she came for at least the 10th time I pulled out my cock and rammed it into her mouth. "Amanda, I'm going to explode in your mouth." She took my cock until I finally exploded in her mouth. She sallowed every last drop! "Hmmm, that tasted could and you were amazing!" AManda loved it! She said she never felt better than right now. Well, after this, Amada got her clothes back on and went back to work. However, this was the beginning of a fling that still goes on today. Everyweek, I come home and fuck her when she works. She gets better evertime.

The first week in November is my favorite time of the year. It’s the time of the annual Savannah Film Festival and my own personal time for indulgence. I just pack up a bag and head down to Savannah where I’m transported to a different place in time. If I’m lucky, I can catch the fall foliage colors, hit the museums, and listen to some great jazz while I’m there as well. Usually, I go as a spectator, taking in the film and surrounding myself with culture. This year was going to be particularly special for me. I was going to be debuting my first erotic short film. Upon leaving last year, I decided I could do the same thing some of those other people I had done and set out to tell my story on celluloid. I was nervous because there was no “genuine” Black erotic film out there and I was afraid of how it was going to be received. I didn’t want people to think it was porn and I didn’t want intellectuals overanalyzing what I was intending to do. I wanted to present to the world twenty minutes of cerebral dialogue, intense emotions, and exquisite lovemaking between Black people.

I was disappointed because it was yet another milestone in my life where I didn’t have a partner with whom I could share my accomplishment. I couldn’t dwell on it; I had to expose myself to the world. I knew most people wouldn’t be able to appreciate it, so I just meditated on staying grounded. I spent the morning in Forsyth Park right across the street from my Bed and Breakfast. For me, staying in the Magnolia Inn was a far different experience than the other guests. For me, it was a reminder of the slaves that labored to build its opulence while they lived as less than humans. I thought of the black women that had been the possessions of white genteel masters that had to entertain late nights in the very chambers where tourist now casually laid their heads and long for the days of old. No, for me, Savannah was the vehicle to my history, a dark and painful past that came alive to me in the tortured whispers of my ancestors.

The Lucas Theater was relatively packed. I held my breath and recited my brief introduction like I had rehearsed 52 times in my bathroom mirror. I was praying that people would not be able to tell that I had never directed a community play before, let alone an erotic film. I closed my eyes and let the entire thing play out in my head, I knew every second of that film by heart. By the time it was over I had finally exhaled. The kudos and the backslapping reigned down supreme. Everyone was congratulating me on a job well done and talking to me about features and a whole bunch of movie industry terms I had never heard of . . . but I played along like I had.

I saw him lingering in the periphery, waiting to make his approach. He looked nervous almost, or hesitant might have been a better description. The crowd thinned out and he made his way to me. “I loved the fact that you gave him a sense of responsibility. He was selective with whom he slept, I appreciate that commentary. So many sexual representations of Black men make us out to be callous and indiscriminate with our partners. Thank you.” He turned and started to walk away without further introduction.

“Wait . . . thanks . . . wait . . .” There was something about his demeanor that, while soft spoken, was genuine. “No one else got that. Everyone else thought it was just about the sex.” He turned to face me and I couldn’t tell which one of us was more unsettled. I didn’t want him to walk away but I was scared to appear too eager. He was beautiful, there was no denying it, but more than anything I wanted to ask him what he thought, how the movie made him feel. We stood in silence and stared at each other in awkward pause. “My name is Robert, I really loved your work.” We grinned and exchanged pleasantries through the awkwardness.

“Do you have plans for dinner,” he asked, “If you like seafood, the Sapphire Grill is the best place in town. I’d love it if you joined me. We can celebrate the debut of Afroerotik.” It looked like it took every ounce of courage in him to ask me but I was the one that was nervous and flattered and speechless. I felt like a schoolgirl being asked out to prom. I accepted and he agreed to pick me up at 8.

Dinner was magical. The conversation was seamless; we laughed and talked well into the evening. We spoke of erotica and what it meant to us as Black people. He listened intently as I went off into my passionate discussion of my work and what I wanted it to accomplish. Wine loosened my inhibitions and I inched closer whenever I could, I made a point to rest my hand on his arm when he made a particularly interesting point. I let my leg linger on his under the table and made sure my eye contact let him know in no uncertain terms that I was attracted. I was feeling rather brazen, at least for me who spends the majority of my time in front of a monitor with little or no human interaction for weeks at a time.

We stood at the steps of the Magnolia Place and talked some more. “So, I have to ask one more thing. Was your film about your own personal experience?” If anyone else had asked me that I would have been offended. That was personal information that no one had a right to know. The truth of the matter was that I was in everything that I wrote, every erotic story I created. I knew my feelings and motivations better than anyone, so I didn’t have to guess what a character would say, or how she would react. All of my erotica represented a side of me that didn’t have an outlet in real life.

I looked him intently in his eyes and, without answering, took his hand in mine and turned to walk up the ivy-covered steps of the inn. There was no turning back and I didn’t even have time to formulate a plan. I was going off of pure adrenaline, and merlot. Andrew Jackson would probably be rolling in his grave if he knew the things that were going to happen between the two descendents of slaves in the room named after him. I didn’t want to speak; it would have broken the spell. I just wanted this to transpire like a movie in my mind—a sensual, erotic scenario of artistry and magic.

I kept the lights off as we entered the room and dropped my bag by the door. I didn’t have to worry about what to do next as Robert turned me around and pulled me to him. I loved that masculine instinct that took over, that thing men do when they want to unleash that primal beast. It supercedes the reserved, conservative nature that some men have. It’s so sensual; it makes me feel wanted and desired. He pulled me into his arms and I reveled in the sensation. I could feel his hands caressing the small of my back. I didn’t want to speak because that would have broken the spell. If I started talking, my doubts and fears would have crept in. I didn’t want this to stop. I wanted to live life for once with no safety net.

The heat was intense between us. I threw my head back and felt his lips on my neck. My fever was rising. I was unbuttoning his buttons as we moved backwards to the bed. His kisses tasted sweet, his tongue was soft and yielding. He gently laid me back on the bed and undid the ties of my wraparound dress. I felt sexy, revealing myself to him like that. My breasts were aching to be touched and caressed. My eyes had adjusted to the dim light that peaked through the heavily curtained windows and I watched as he undressed at the foot of the bed; his golden brown skin a delicious contrast to my slightly darker mocha. My hands caressed my secret places in anticipation. He lifted my hips and removed my wet panties. He held them to his face and inhaled deeply my scent.

slid back on the bed and he prepared his complete and relentless seduction. My neck was his first target and he kissed and sucked it, cradling in the gentle slope of my throat, licking his way to from my shoulder to my ear. I threw my head back and moaned; it was my signal to him that I loved every second of his attention. He found my hot spot and began gently sucking on it while his hands found my breast and began massaging them. My nipples were aching from arousal as he slid his mouth lower and began sucking and licking all over my breasts. My arousal was climbing to a fevered pitch as he was arousing me like he had a map to my body and knew exactly how to pleasure me. I watched in amazement as he kissed his way down my stomach and made my belly button into an erogenous zone. He made love to my tummy with his mouth; pampering me in a unique way no one else had ever thought to do. The teasing became more intense. Robert began kissing his way down the fronts of my legs, my hips, my inner thighs, every place except my incredibly aroused pussy.

He positioned himself between my legs. I was grabbing the sheets and thrusting my hips forward trying to get his to lick me. He was blowing hot breath on my parted and aroused lips; the moistness of my inner flesh evident on my pink folds. His mouth made love to my sweet, sticky center. His tongue softly licked my clit and made me cry out with pleasure. His fingers entered me and drove me to the edge of orgasm. He was playing my body like a fine tuned instrument. Giving me pleasure became his sole objective. I was mumbling incoherently, “Yes . . . oh shit . . . yeah, lick my pussy . . . fuck . . . fuck me.” I was pulling my nipples and his hands were caressing every inch of skin he could reach. I placed my hands on his bald head and rested them there because he didn’t need instruction where to go. He held my long legs up in the air and broke his silence with a pointed question, “Do you want me? ”

I needed him more than I needed air at that moment. I let my eyes respond, my eyes, my body and my heart. I was relinquishing control, giving myself to passion. I couldn’t stop; there was no turning back. I didn’t want to be reserved and alone. I wanted to feel like a woman and I wanted Robert to take me there.

My moans were louder than they should have been. He was teasing me and he knew it. I needed to feel him inside me and he was torturing me with his slow seduction. His mouth lowered to my hard nipples and I cradled his face in my hands. I watched him in awe as his left hand touched my body like a paintbrush to a canvas. He stopped only to position himself at my core and drive himself inside me in one thrust.

“Mmmmm, no, yes, wait, don’t stop.” My hands grabbed his ass and pulled him to me. We fell into a rhythm, a solitary unit of passionate expression. I was riding high and about to cum. I shut my eyes tight and felt it about to hit me. I pulled him to me and wanted to feel every ounce of his weight on me as I reached that place that I can only find in the passionate embrace of a beautiful black man. His body tensed and I could tell his orgasm was only a minute or two behind mine. My wetness coated him and added to the soundtrack of pleasure we were experiencing.

He held me in his arms and I drifted off into a peaceful slumber. I already knew what my submission to next year’s festival was going to be.

I could not stop thinking about her perfect breasts, her fit behind and her beautiful, long legs. That was all I thought about all those endless workdays at my father's house. I was there to put paint on the freshly-build walls and to give a helping hand in general. The house had been under construction for over a year and it still wasn't complete. When I had started working there had been some process but now my working pace had decreased. I couldn't concentrate! Every once in a while my mind again wandered to my stepmother's awesome body. Her voluptous lips, those curvy hips..

My parents had separated about 3 years ago. My mother had got engaged after two years and my father quickly found a new wife for him. My grandmother suspects that my father had this 'change-of-wife' planned even before the divorcing process had begun. If that was really the case I could never forgive my dad for treating my mother that way. And still – I couldn't really blame him.
My mother was still a piece of work at the age of 40 but dad's new wife, Lucy, was from another world. And she was just 22, only three years older than I am!

Lucy had been an athlete before, but for the past four years she has been on a break. That had worked for her perfectly: you could see that she had a strong base and a flawless bearing but there was no sign of those ugly-looking athlete-muscles on her arms or legs. She had a flat stomach with no six-pack.

She was allmost my height, that being about 6 feet tall. She wore high heels a lot so she looked sometimes taller than me. She liked to dress very feminine – which I didn't mind at all! Miniskirts, cleavage showing tight t-shirts and tops, long blonde hair.. Lucy is like a walking wet dream. And those breasts – I could just look at them for months. I got a sneak peak of her underwear one time and found out that her bra size was 80C.. and that she wore mostly thongs.

Just as I once again stood there daydreaming about Lucy I heared her voice behind of me. ”Hi”, she said. I managed to mumble a ”Hello” and glanzed at her. There she was in her full gorgeusness. She was wearing a white leather jacket and under it was something that looked like a bright-red tube top. She had my favourite black miniskirt on and on her feet she had white leather boots that fitted her sexy legs like a dream. ”You're home early”, I tried to sound neutral but I couldn't hide my happyness. ”Oh, I didn't have any classes today so I went shopping instead”, she replied with that sexy smile of hers. She was studying to become a nurse. ”I bought these boots, do you like them?” she asked. ”They're hot!”, I responded without thinking. When I realised what I just said my face turned red. ”I meant they're..” I tried to cover but she interupted me by saying: ”Thank you.” Then she showed me her smile again and left the room with her full shopping bags.

It took allmost ten minutes to get my act together. When I finally started getting some work done Lucy interrupted me again. ”Earl just called, he has to stay at the office late again. He told me to ask you to stay for a couple more hours if you could..” She was still wearing those white boots and miniskirt but she had switched to a pink blouse. And she put some netstockings on. ”Sure, I don't mind.” She smiled and said: ”Good. I thought you would so I made some extra sandwiches for a snack. Would you like to join me in the kitchen?” Oh baby, anywhere you like it, I thought but managed to just say: ”Okay.” So I closed the paint can and followed her swaying bottom to the kitchen.

We ate the sandwiches very quietly. A couple of times she looked at me and when I looked at her she smiled and looked away. I wonder what was on her mind. When we finished and started to go back to my work she stopped me and asked me to come to the living room with her. ”My favourite show is on the TV and I hate to watch it alone. Come on, you can't work with a full stomach anyway.” I tried to sound reluctant and agreed.

We sat on the couch side by side and watched TV for 10 minutes. I couldn't help taking long looks on her thighs and cleavage. I don't think she caught me looking. When the commercial break started she quickly stood up and asked: ”Do you want to see what else I bought today?”. ”Why not”, I answered and she disappeared to the bedroom.

Five minutes passed and there was no sign of Lucy. Just as I was about to go look for her she appeared to the doorway. I had to focus on not to drool all over the livingroom carpet. She was wearing a pair of red panties and a matching red bra – and the white boots. That was the sexiest sight I have ever witnessed. ”Well, what do you think?”, she asked with a wicked smile on her beautiful face. ”Very nice”, I said. ”I thought you might like them”, she said as she showed me the backside and her barenaked ass. ”I bought these for your dad's pleasure but I decided to you use you for a 'test-drive' ”, she explained. You can use me any way you like, I thought. ”What's the matter?” she asked and I realised that my face was all red again. ”Nothing”, I mumbled and tried to change to another position to hide the throbbing lump in my pants. ”Are you sure?” she asked with a worried tone and came to me. She started to examine me from the head down and when she reached my groin the lump was impossible to hide. ”Oh, I see what the problem is” she said and smiled sexily. ”Let me help you with that”, she whispered and grapped my penis. She slowly undid my zipper and pulled my pants down to my ancles. Then she tickled the head of my dick with her finger and then gave it a good lick from bottom to top. ”Oh god!” I shivered and my penis was completely in her mounth.

She started to move her head up and down slowly. I was sure that this is heaven and this sexy blonde angel is sucking my cock. And the angel happens to my stepmother! As I had that thought I felt guilt and shame but the pleasure was too much to handle. I looked on her and realised again how perfect she was. Those round-shaped boobs were hanging down a little as she was kneeling between my legs. I moved my hand in order to fondle those melons but before I got there Lucy stopped sucking and took my hand. ”Look but don't touch” she whispered with a serious look on her face. I nodded and she continued with taking care of me. A blowjob had never felt so good. Her technigue was extremely satisfying and the situation was so forbidden that it added extra tension. She began to pick up the pace and I knew my peak was near. ”I'm close” I panted and she looked me in the eyes as she continued. She looked so amazing. ”Oh!”, I allmost jelled as my penis exploded in her mounth. She continued so suck the juises out of me slowly and then pulled out and swallowed it all. I was speechless. Lucy giggled and said: ”I'm gonna go wash up a little. Wait here.” I nodded.

Within minutes she returned. ”Follow me”, she said and walked to the bedroom. I put my pants back on and entered the candle-lit room. ”I want to try these too”, she was holding a pair of handcuffs. ”Okay”, I responded and my arrousal was beginning to come back. ”Tie me to the bedpost”, Lucy commanded and I did that. ”Now it's your turn to touch”, she informed me with a sexy grinn.

I didn't know where to start. Her pornstarlike body was in front of me and I could do to her whatever I wanted. I started by kissing her legs and she seemed to enjoy that. I moved further upnorth and her moaning became louder. Her thighs were so soft and her skin was like silk. I kissed her belly and at the same time began rubbing her pussy through her red panties. Her breathing became harder and she started to twitch a little. I stopped rubbing to remove her bra and I suddenly I was touching the things I had dreamed about for months. Her breasts were even better than in my wildest fantasies. They looked like too good to be true but they didn't feel fake. They were my dream come true. I kissed them, fondled the nippless with my fingers and sucked them gently. Lucy moaned. My other hand returned to her groin and I started kissing her lips wildly. She responded with a lot of tongue and it was obvious that we both were like in heat. We were grinding our bodies together and kissing passionately. Lucy broke off our kiss and whispered to my ear: ”Make love to me”.

I allmost tore her panties off and got rid of my own clothes. My penis was in full condition again. I laid myself on top of her and inserted my cock into her with force. She screamed with pleasure and we started moving together. It was happening, I was fucking my father's wife. It was out of this world. We grinded our bodies so close that we could have moulded into one person. Her body felt so good to my skin. Her legs were wrapped aroung me and pushing my hips deeper and deeper into hers. With every thrust her screams of pleasure grew and I responded to them with my own heavy breathing. ”Harder! Harder, oh yeah”, Lucy jelled and I couldn't agree more. After some time I felt my peak comming again. ”I'm allmost there”, I screamed. ”ME TooOO!”, Lucy screamed and she had a forcefull orgasm that shook her whole body. Two thrust later I came inside of her. It felt amazing. After that we just laid there side by side looking at eachother and gasping for air. ”So, do you feel better now?”, Lucy asked with a smile. ”I feel great!”, I laughed.

As you can imagine I didn't get much painting done in the following weeks either..