Future of Porn

“This is my newest story, it has taken months but it’s finally finished. If you have ever read my stories, you know that it’s not only about sex. Don’t get me wrong… the sex is hot, but it’s the buildup and the characters that make a difference between just reading a story and living it. In the preceding stories, Jamie was coerced into to masturbating for her boss (Performance Worthy of a Salary), and then Nick told Steve what Jamie had done (The Forgotten Panties). If you haven’t read those yet, you might want to check them out. We left off as Steve and Jamie were planning their revenge. Here is how it turns out. Not sure which category it fits in.

Give me your feedback as to what you liked, didn’t like, or what you would like to see happen next. And you might never know, you could end being a character in one of these stories. All characters are based on people I meet everyday, in person or online. Have fun!”

Jamie was all shook up as she entered her and Steve’s empty home. How could it have gone so wrong? She kept asking herself. How could Nick have been ahead of the game all this time? He had coerced her into masturbating for him and when it was time for her and Steve’s revenge, he had framed him for fraud and money laundering. Now Steve was in a prison cell waiting for the bail money and she was afraid Nick would be back and take from her what he hadn’t before.

She hadn’t had the courage to tell her adoring husband that all the money in their accounts was frozen until the situation was resolved. They had never bothered to put anything under Jamie’s name alone, never imagining that any situation would end up like this. They had plenty of money, but now she couldn’t even touch a dime of it – not even to get him out on bail. She knew she needed to act quickly but had no resources of her own. Then it dawned on her; the man in the bar, the one who offered her a job.

She frantically searched through her purse for his card. Vincent Ronson…She quickly picked up the phone and dialed. Vincent remembered her immediately… who wouldn’t… and happily agreed to meet the young beauty.

Jamie slipped into a pair of tight black leather pants, skipping the panties for added effect, and added a semi-sheer white halter-top. She knew that if she was going to charm a man into helping her, she needed her sex appeal to work full force… and for Jamie that meant a sexy outfit. If she were thinking clearly, or if this were a different situation, she would know that her sex appeal had nothing to do with the clothes she wore. She was taking no chances of the magic failing her, not that it ever had. Steve had often said she had a lot to learn about her impact on men; this was one of those times.

She touched up her makeup making sure everything was perfect, she dabbed a light shade of blush on the apples of her cheeks, as she stood back from the mirror, she looked at the doll like reflection staring back at her. “One last touch” she said as she debated between Gucci “Rush” and Bvlgari’s “Omnia”. She picked up the Gucci red box and sprayed her neck and her wrists. “Let’s hope your favorite perfume works on other men as well, Steven”, She whispered almost under her breath, before heading out to the Swan club.

The Swan club’s bright lights made it look like it was daytime. From the outside, you couldn’t tell it was a strip club; it looked more like a high-class bar. Jamie knew exactly what it was though. As she entered the doorway, her eyes were still adjusting to the sudden darkness and she walked into what at first seemed like a wall directly in front of her. She stared upward at the doorman, a 6 foot 4, 260 lbs huge black man wearing shades, his massive arms folded across his chest, his face an expressionless mask.

“Sorry miss, ladies aren’t allowed to walk in alone” he grumbled as if saying it for the umpteenth time.

“I’m sorry”

Jamie paused and smiled, but drew no response.

“I’m here to see Mr. Ronson.”

Upon the mention of his employer’s name, the massive bouncer lowered his shades, grinned and spoke in a low deep voice that reminded Jamie of James Earl Jones.

“Step right in.”

She walked past him but he stopped her again after only a few steps.

“I’m sorry miss, but no one sees Mr. Ronson without first being frisked.”

His eyebrows gave Jamie a good idea of what his game was, but she needed to get inside.

“Then let’s get this over with”

He walked and stopped a mere inches from her. He towered over her and was nearly twice as wide as her slender body. As he removed his sunglasses and looked into her shiny grey eyes, there was only lust in his dark eyes. He was as imposing a man as she had ever encountered, and yet she refused to be intimidated by him.

“Any time you’re ready” she was already annoyed that he was enjoying himself so thoroughly.

He grabbed her purse from her and looked inside quickly. He handed it back to her as he bent down on one knee. He faced her, his head directly at her crotch level as she looked straight ahead. His huge hands touched her ankles as he looked up at her, smiling slightly. His hands slid up the inside of her legs, slowing as they reached her thighs. He watched her eyes as he slowly rubbed his hand over her pussy, but Jamie didn’t even blink. The huge paws on the man slowly caressed her ass through the thin leather before they made their way back down her thighs, behind her knees, then returning to her ankles.

Only when he stopped did Jamie allow herself to look at the enormous man kneeling at her feet. She swallowed any sense of fear and put on her most defiant attitude. “Done?” she asked casually. The behemoth stood up, clearly disappointed at his inability to elicit either fear or excitement in the woman. He put his shades back on and glowered at her.

“Yeah you’re clean, go ahead”

“Bet that made your day,” she muttered under her breath as she walked away from the man, and into the club.

The club was swarming with businessmen in suits and it reeked of power; there was nothing raunchy about this place. She could practically smell the money dripping from them as she walked through and up to the bar. She approached the barmaid, a slender blond with enormous breasts who couldn’t be much older than 18.

“I’m here to see Mr. Ronson,” she said to the girl.

She smiled as if she were amused, “Oh, you mean Vincent? He just called down to say he’d be with you in a minute. Can I get you a drink while you wait… what would you like?”

“A Blue Lagoon would be nice, thanks.”

Jamie sat at the empty stool at the bar. She quickly rethought her choice and added, “Hold the vodka.” The girl smiled at her as if to show understanding of what Jamie was thinking, and moments later she handed her the blue colored drink.

“How much do I owe you?”

“Oh that gentlemen on the other side got it for you.”

She pointed to a short stocky balding man in an obviously expensive and yet ill-fitting suit, who raised his drink as if toasting to her… she smiled and returned the gesture, but then quickly looked away lest he think she was looking for company.

Steve’s words repeated in her head; if he wasn’t there, he couldn’t help protect her from the wolves. And that was how she sometimes felt without him, a little lamb in a place crawling with big bad wolves. Now was one of those times. She always told him that it wasn’t about her as much as it was about her clothes. Steve always smiled at her naivety and tried to explain that it was her beauty, her sexuality alone that made that happen. Again his words came to her like a song playing in her head, “You still have a lot to learn about men, Babydoll.” She quickly gave herself a pep talk in her head “Steve is not here to protect you now. This time you not only have to protect yourself, you also have to come through for him”.

Vincent looked down through the glass window in his office, he had a view of the whole club, he liked to know everything that was going on in his money making pit. But this time, the only thing he was focused on was Jamie sitting at the bar. Jenny, one of the dancers walked in wearing close to nothing. She was about 25, younger than Jamie, a brunette with an athletic body. She poured herself a drink and made herself comfortable.

“Sugar, I have some business to attend to.”

Jenny had come for one thing only. She and Vincent had a thing going; she fucked him and he paid for her schooling. Although not part of the plan, Jenny had fallen in love with the older man, the money was excuse to stick around and they both knew it. Vincent didn’t need to pay for sex, many of the girls only wished they could get into his bed. He was a handsome successful man and money was never an object. Aside from the Swan, he owned several night clubs which brought in a significant amount of money each week and he was not ready to settle down. He liked his life the way it was. He loved women and making love to them and it ended there. “Ok” Jenny pouted.

“I hope you decide to come by my place tonight” She said almost asking a question.

“Only if I can wrap this up early” he lied.

Jenny took a hint and walked out of the office in dissapointement. Vincent didn’t notice.

He sipped his drink as he stared at Jamie. He compared her to the dancers in the club; she could surely double his earnings. All the men around the bar had stopped paying any attention to the show. Even almost naked, the young red head in the nurse’s uniform on stage was no match for Jamie’s beauty.

There was a beep behind the bar.

“I believe that Mrs. Alexander is here to see me… would you have Theo bring her up please.”

The barmaid giggled at the sudden formalness by her boss, and nodded at the enormous bouncer. He strode across the room and approached Jamie, “follow me.” Vincent waited at his desk, comfortably entrenched in the overstuffed leather chair as he lit his cigar. Moments later the black doorman walked in followed by Jamie.

“Thank you Theo” he turned to Jamie

“Mrs. Alexander, how nice to see you”.

As Theo turned to walk away Jamie took her shot “What’s a matter Theo, not going to frisk me again? That’s a shame I kind of enjoyed it.”

Theo stopped in his tracks for a moment, proceeded and closed the door behind him.

Vincent grinned,

“I have to apologize; sometimes Theo likes his job a little too much”.

“He’s a pussycat compared to the men in the neighborhood I grew up in.”

Jamie smiled as Vincent shook his cigar at her,

“You’re a brave one coming here by yourself.”

“It’s only a strip club, Mr. Ronson, not the Baghdad Hilton… besides I’m a big girl.”

She really wasn’t much in the mood for small talk and her sarcasm was surfacing.

“That you are, and a lovely one at that…Cigar?”

She thought back to the night she met him, she hadn’t remembered him this way. As she looked him over, he was physically fit and more handsome than she recalled. His hair was almost all grey with a receiting hairline, it some touch touches of gold, “he must have been blonde” she thought to herself. He looked so elegant dressed in a suit, so business like.

Vincent opened up his humidor and she could see his variety of Cuban cigars, which only reminded her of Steve.

“No thanks, I only smoke cigarettes.”

She opened her purse to take out her sterling silver cigarette case. She took the cigarette out and quickly replaced the case “Is it ok?” She was already lighting it even as she asked. He hated cigarette smoke and never allowed it in his office but made an exception for her,

“Of course”.

Jamie looked around the office, it hardly looked like an office that would be in a strip club. There was a brown leather couch at the far end of the room with a glass table positioned next to it. Vincent’s enormous desk was made of glass as well with two photo frames resting on each side. From where she was standing it was impossible to see who’s picture was in those frames, she made a mental note to look at a later time.

“Mr. Ronson, you said if I ever needed work, you would hire me… do you have anything ummm…like office work?”

She looked down at the club from the glass window and heard Vincent laugh behind her.

“Call me Vincent and no, I don’t have any office positions. You may have noticed that I don’t exactly run a brokerage firm here Jamie”

He knew she already knew the answer but was hoping for a loophole.

“Look Jamie, I can put you behind the bar, and you’d make pretty good money. With your looks and personality, you’d probably clear almost 2 G’s a week. But that is not even one tenth of what you could make as a dancer.” She looked at him, staring deep into his eyes, trying to determine if he had brought her there with the idea of trying to con her into dancing at his club. She spoke firmly, and more than a little indignantly,

“Mr. Ronson, I am not interested in parading naked for anyone other than my husband.”

Although he did allow himself a split second to fantasize what it must be like to be married to the minx in his office, He smiled lightly, and not unkindly as he spoke a little softer to her.

“I wasn’t assuming you would, but I wanted to offer you the opportunity. I know you need the money to bail your husband out.”

Jamie’s eyes snapped up to meet his, and she felt as though she had been punched in the stomach. He continued,

“I’m sorry to bring it up, it was in the paper.”

It made her sad that she and Steve had come to this but she wasn’t about to start parading around naked for other men. With tears welling in her eyes, Jamie spoke firmly again.

“I will take the barmaid job, if you want to hire me for it, but let me make it clear to you that this is the only job I will consider.”

“Mrs. Alexander… Jamie, the job is yours of course. But with your body, a few shows and you could come up with all the money you need for bail, and for all the lawyer’s fees after that.”

He could tell from her expression that she hadn’t really thought about all the money they would need for lawyer’s fees. She was embarrassed, both by his words and her lack of planning for contingencies. He sensed an opening and laid the groundwork,

“Just think about it.”

There was a knock at the door, and it opened before Vincent could object. Jamie and he both turned and saw a tall handsome man with broad shoulders, seemingly in his late 30’s, enter the room. His hair was dark, and he wore it slicked back in a ponytail… but rather than sloppy or unkempt, it seemed somehow almost elegant on him. His complexion was tanned, but not from a booth or spray; it was obvious he stayed outdoors a great deal. What stood out the most were his emerald green eyes, and those were immediately locked with Jamie’s. His mouth was strong, his full lips exposing his gleaming white teeth as they curled into a broad smile directed at Jamie.

“I’m sorry Vincent, I didn’t know you had company”

Jamie was suddenly ashamed to be there, embarrassed that this stunning man had seen her there,

“I was just leaving,”

she mumbled softly as she put out her cigarette and brushed quickly past him.

“Mr. Ronson, I’ll be in touch to let you know,”

she called over her shoulder without turning around, and hurried out of the club.

Andrew Price was one of the most powerful and successful attorneys in the country. He was as much at home in front of the television cameras as he was in front of a jury, and he knew that very often the biggest cases were either won or lost on the nightly news long before anyone ever stepped one foot in a courtroom. he was much sought after by the rich and powerful who found themselves on the wrong side of the law. They in turn had made him both very rich and very powerful. But right now, a stunning blonde had made him weak like no other woman he had ever encountered. He whistled out loud and asked, almost to himself,

“Who in the hell was that?”

“That, Andrew, is Mrs. Jamie Alexander.”

“THE Mrs. Jamie Alexander? As in Steve Alexander… the guy who allegedly laundered all that money for the mob through his office?”

“Yep, that’s the one”

“Poor baby… it’s all over the news.”

Andrew said so softly it was almost a whisper, as he walked over to the glass window to catch a last glimpse of Jamie as we walked through the club.

“On the other hand, I would love to find out if she is a real blonde. She’s not actually going to dance here is she?”

“Maybe she will Andrew, but it will take some convincing.”

Vincent turned over to Andrew and handed him an envelope. Andrew knew Vincent well enough to know that was the end of their conversation.

“Thanks for handling my legal affairs Andrew” He shook his hand.

“Thanks for paying cash Vincent… but I’d gladly pay double this for a shot at that sweet thing.”

“I’ll let you know what I can do, Andrew.”

The following day Jamie went to visit Steve. He looked pitiful. His once beautiful flawless face looked tired and worn out, he had lost weight and his pale complexion had aged him.

“Jamie, listen to me, you have got to get me out of here. Do whatever it takes, get the best lawyer in the country if you have to, empty out all the accounts, just get me out of here.”

It hadn’t dawned on him that she was unable to touch any of the money, after all he was in for fraud and money laundering and all their joint accounts were frozen. Any money he had acquired before he started to work for Nick was securely invested in his name only.

“Honey, is everything ok?”

She could tell he was terrified of being there.

She knew what he meant, sooner or later someone would beat him badly, or worse, make him his bitch… and she couldn’t let that happen.

She thought for a second.

“Honey, don’t give up and stay focused, I will get you out of here.”

Several nights went by but they seemed like weeks. She was alone in their big empty bed with only Steve’s memories. She thought of how much she wanted Steve lying next to her, kissing her, touching her, making her feel safe. She turned on her side, the way she did when she and Steve slept. She closed her eyes and pictured him next to her…Whispering to her “Babydoll, I am so hot for you…”

She pictured his strong arms wrapped around her, pulling her close to him, feeling his hardness against her. She slipped her hand down her belly and into her panties. She slid her other hand underneath her tank top to caress her firm supple breasts. Placing her index finger and middle finger in her mouth to wet them, she placed them on one of her nipples and rubbed the gentle spot feeling it get hard at her touch. She did the same thing with her other index and middle finger and brought them to her other nipple. She massaged and pinched her now erect nipples.

Her still wet fingers trailed down her chest and belly to her completely shaved pussy. She thought of how much Steve liked staring at her pussy. She was already wet; it never took much for her to be wet. It was almost instantaneous. She outlined her pussy lips with her finger; she dipped between them where she picked up a little wetness and spread it all around.

She thought of how Steve touched her, how he knew how to make her feel like a woman.

She thought of the first time they ever made love, how no other man would ever be enough for her. She had to get him out of there and get him back in their bed.

She gently massaged her clit, feeling it get hard at her touch. Her knees bent, she spread her legs further apart to give her access to her sweet wet cunt, the way she always did for Steve when he asked. “Spread your legs for me Babydoll” She rubbed her clit harder and faster and inserted her index finger inside her pussy, it was on fire, she loved the way Steve fingered her; inserting one finger at first and then another. Pumping in and out of her pussy and gently touching her clit as his fingers came back out again.

Laughing they both got back to work.

——-

When Bill got to the party he was nervous as hell. He was shocked and scared to see, not 7 or 8 ladies but a whole room full of well dressed ladies, some older Jan”s age and some much younger like Amy. The really kicker was he noticed 2 of the ladies. The 2 girls from his scuba class were here! Ooh jeeze he thought. Well at least he had the mask, he wouldn”t talk, and he would be okay. Relax he told himself. He had been fantasizing about this for the past 2 months. Don”t chicken out now he thought.

uldn”t let her pay for it. We split the cost between us stating it would be an honor to be allowed to present her with the gift.

The gal at the cash register was also a college student and was very nonchalant about three people buying one vibrator.

“This is the third vibrator I”ve sold this morning. Pam must have given her lecture on masturbation this morning. I took the class last year. I bet I sold eight or nine that day.”

I dropped the girls off at their apartment, reminding Amanda not to try out her new toy until our study session tonight. Two more classes today, the last one ending at five. After the last class I headed back to my apartment to shower and change. I tried to have a light diner, but I found I was too horny and excited to think much about eating. At six-thirty I decided that I could take it anymore and hopped in the truck for the short five mile trip to the girl”s apartment.

It took me twenty-five minutes to make the five mile trip thanks to some idiot on the freeway who decided to run his car into the median. No one was hurt, but everyone for miles had to slow down and look. I think that was his punishment for his deed, a visit from a state trooper and absorbing the wrath of all the commuters.

Amanda opened the door wearing a shear white satin bathrobe. She had that fresh radiance of just emerging from her shower. Her blond hair hanging over her shoulder brushed, but still slightly damp. The bathrobe draped loosely over her shoulders gathered and tied at the waist and seemed to sling underneath her breasts.

“Hi, your right on time,” she said as she kissed me on the cheek.

” I would have been here twenty minutes ago if it wasn”t for the traffic”

I saw that the room had been prepared for our study session. The room was soft in the glow of candle light, with some indirect light coming from the kitchen. The couch and recliner had been turned in toward the coffee table in the center and covered with large bath towels. Three wine glasses and a bottle of wine sat on the table. Next to the bottle was Amanda”s purchase from earlier today along with Erin”s infamous red gel vibrator, a string of white pearl size beads, and a bottle of hand lotion. Amanda invited me to have a seat and poured me a glass of wine as I took my place on the couch.

Just as I was about to take my first sip of wine the door from Erin”s bedroom opened and emerged. She had the same freshly washed radiance that Amanda had. Erin was also wearing a bathrobe, not a shear one but one of those fluffy Turkish types, but still just as sexy.

I jokingly remarked at their freshly washed appearance. “So what did you two do shower togther?”

Erin smiled. “It does save water you know.”

I didn”t think my cock could get any harder until the thought of these two beautiful ladies in the shower getting soaped up and slippery entered my mind. I swear I just about came right then. I could feel those pre-ejaculatory pulses starting at the base of my cock and had to concentrate to suppress them.

“That”s right I remember, you do like to start off in the shower. Next time I want to join you.”

“That can be arranged.”

Amanda sat on the couch next to me and Erin took her place in the recliner as I pour each a glass.

So, was Amanda a good girl? You didn”t start without me did you?

No, we have both been good. And we are both very horny.

“So what”s the plan”

Erin started out. “The purpose of our little get-together is to do an in-depth study of human sexuality. To take the information from class and take it to the next level and beyond. I think we should start out by discussing our feelings about masturbation. I want to get into each others minds. I want to know how you feel about masturbation, how it can help you and what goes through your mind while your doing it.”

I started out. ” Masturbation is great, some of the best orgasm I”ve ever had have been masturbating. Don”t get me wrong it won”t take the place of sex with a partner but it is different. When your just taking care of your self you can really treat your self like your partner wouldn”t know how. Face it I”m sure we have all had partners that just sort of show up or are just concerned with their own orgasm. Even when I”m in a relationship having regular sex I will still masturbate.”

Amanda agreed. “Sometimes the more sex I having the more I want. Often my partner won”t want it as much as I do or can”t do it as much as want to. Usually when a relationship starts were doing it like a couple of rabbits, three or four times a day. Then he will start to wear down while I still want more. And that”s if they know what they are doing. I hate it when you have to stop and give directions.”

“Most of my sexual experience has been with masturbation.” Erin started to say. ” I have had some boyfriends, but they are too high maintenance and I don”t have the time with school, and the sex with them hasn”t been too great. Last Thursday was actually the first time I have had an orgasm with a guy”s fingers in me. I imagine that someday I will get into a relationship with the right person at the right time and the sex will be great but in the mean time I can take care of myself. I appreciate what Pam said that masturbation is sex.”

“So Erin,” I asked,” When did you discover that you liked to be watched while you played with yourself?”

“It was the last time we met. I have never experienced anything like it. I mean I was so turned on by watch you and when I got up on the table I felt so venerable. Just lying there naked with my legs spread wide for all to see. When I started rubbing myself, the sensitivity of the touch must have been magnified ten times and when you slipped your fingers inside me every muscle and nerve in my body must have fired at once.”

” I know, when your vaginal muscles started to contract I thought they were going to suck my whole hand in. Amber, when did you decide that you were an exhibitionist.”

“It was that same night. Catching you with your pants down was great and watching cum while I held your balls was even better. But then watching Erin there on the table was I don”t think I have ever seen anything so absolutely beautiful.”

“Thank you.” Erin blushed.

Amanda got up from her seat and walked around to where Erin was sitting leaned over and gave her a kiss on the cheek. “No, thank you.”

“Well” I added. “Watching you squirt will be a sight I will fantasize about for years to come.”

Erin replied. “I”m jealous. I want to squirt too.”

“Maybe we can work on that. ”

“Enough with the preliminaries,” Erin continued. “I want to know what goes through your mind while your masturbating. And I don”t just want you to tell me. I want you to verbalize your thoughts while we watch you.

” I guess then I am over dressed for this” I stood and kicked off my shoes and socks. and started to pull my shirt over my head. I was more than ready to get naked in front of these lovely ladies.

” And don”t cum too quickly, make it last,” Amanda said.

I undid my bel and jeans and let the works fall to the floor. I now stood bare ass naked in front of these two gorgeous ladies with an erection that I could feel pulsating with each heart beat.

“So what are you thinking?” Erin asked.

“You used the word vulnerable earlier. That pretty much describes it right now and incredibly turned on.” I sat back down on the couch and started to let my finger run up and down the underside of my cock.”My cock is vary sensitive right now. This feels so good. ” I let my mind wander into that blissful state where the sexual thoughts reside. ” I”m thinking about the other night and how sexy your naked bodies looked up there on the table. I”m remembering how your breasts looked, your hard nipples and how much I wanted to kiss them and roll my tongue over them.”

Erin loosened the tie around her robe and pulled the top to the sides revealing the creamy white flesh of her beautiful breasts. Her nipples were as hard as they were the other night. She cupped each breast in her hands a let her fingers brush over her nipples. “So kiss my nipples do you? . Well you can look, but you can”t touch”

Amanda was rubbing her breasts through the silky material of her sheer robe, her nipples straining against the material. Both ladies continued to rub their breasts while I stroked my cock.

“I think you may need a little lubrication. Let”s see what we can do” Erin said as she reached for the bottle of lotion. Erin knelt between my legs with her face about a foot away from my cock, her breast still exposed lightly brushing the insides of my thighs. I held my cock at the head with my thumb and forefinger while she applied a bead of lotion from my urethra to my scrotum. Both ladies were transfixed on my cock as I continued to stroke my cock and let my hand encircled the head with each stroke. The lubrication enhanced the sensitivity of my strokes and was bringing me closer to the edge faster than I want to get there.

“What are you thinking now?”

“I”m remembering what your pussies looked like. The pink full lips, the wetness just dripping out of you. Thinking how much I would like to taste you and smell you.”

That was all the encouragement that Amanda needed to stand and let her robe fall from her shoulders to the floor. She was now naked, the candle light flickering off her warm skin. Her breasts were slightly smaller than Erin”s, capped with a light brown areola about an inch in diameter ending in a soft pink nipple pointing slightly upward. She sat in the crook of the couch and raised a foot to the seat opening her leg and letting me view her treasure. The light blond hair on her mons was barely visible in the glow of the candle light, the pink lips of her labia her full wet and inviting.

Erin then stood and let her robe drop. Surprisingly she had on a pair of high cut cotton panties. Not because of modesty but it was part of her plan. She hooked her thumbs in the waist band and pushed them to the floor. She reached down and picked them up then tossed them to again land square in the chest.

“Here, knock your self out, I hope these are wet enough for you.”

“They”re soaked” With my free hand I lifted them to my nose. I inhale deeply like I was holding the fragrant rose. The mixture of her sent with her perfume started as a warm glow in my head then spread down thru my chest as I continued to stroke my cock.

Erin sat back down in the recliner and put her legs up over the arm rest and was spread wide open. Her hand drifted down towards her button and started to tackle herself. ” Is this what you want to see? Or do you like the view from my backside?” She pushed the chair back into the reclined position and flipped over into the doggie position. She spread her legs as wide as the chair would allow giving me a great view of her little pink starfish and her dripping full lips.

This was starting to become to much for me. I could feel my testicles start to draw up and the muscles at the base of my cock start to tighten in preparation for my eruption. I was close to the point of no return and needed to slow this down before it ended too soon. I squeezed the base of my cock trying to reverse the process. I felt a few twitches in my PC muscles but I was able to suppress my ejaculation.

” I needed to slow down before I lose it. ” I said trying to catch my breath and regain my composure.” Erin, you look like you”re in the mood. Take us on a tour of your dirty little mind.”

Erin sat there in the recliner and started to let her fingers dip between her legs as she started her story. “Last summer I took a drive up north, by my self, I just got out of one of those relationships I was telling you about. I ended up out in the farm country and stopped for the night a bed and breakfast converted from an old farm house. I had a wonderful brass bed with big French doors leading out to a privet deck. I took a shower to wash off the road grime as a late afternoon thunder storm moved in. I walked out onto the deck with just a towel wrapped around me and could feel the breeze start to pick up. The fields had that smell of the impending rain. I laid down in a deck chair and let the towel fall to the sides. The rain started, it was cold at first but refreshing. I started to massage the rain drops into my breasts. My nipples were hard from the cold at first, then hard from my excitement. ” Erin picked up the red gel vibrator from the table and started to run it over her breasts. “My fingers found their way between my folds, dipping them inside me to lube them. Then I started to massage my clit. As the rain increased so did my rubbing, I was into it with both hands, two fingers pumping my vagina and the other rubbing my clit. As I came, the sky opened up, first a giant flash of light then the tremendous crash of thunder. The storm left as quickly as it came on. I still laid there naked on the deck. The earth and sky experienced its own sort of post orgasmic stillness.” Erin had moved the vibrator from her breast and was sliding it up and down her folds, her hard little clit could be seen poking out as she ran the vibrator over her labia. Then she raised her hips and slipped it all the way in one thrust. Each time she slid the vibrator out more of her more of her fluid would trickle over her perineum. Her strokes became more powerful and she started to thrusts hips, to meet the inward thrust of the vibrator, as the pace increased. Before longs her back arched and she let out a long moan, a couple of more pumps and she arched again then a third time before curling up in a ball withdrawing and vibrator and relaxing.

Both Amanda and I were fascinated by her tail and kept our finger busy as her watched Erin going trough the throws of orgasm. I started to feel the sensation of my testicles being drawn up once more, my PC muscle stated to tighten again as I watched Erin bring her self to orgasm. I was close to the point of no return and needed to cool off again.

“That is such a cool story,” Amanda said, “Is that true?”

“All of it,” Erin replied without opening her eyes.

After a minute Erin managed to pull herself up in her chair “So Amanda are you ready to play with your new toy?”

I have got to do something this towel is soaked through. I”m starting to make a puddle.

“Since you have never used a vibrator before, I am going to give you some instructions OK?”

“Ok but don”t leave me hanging too long. I”m about to pop all on my own.”

“Grab the vibrator and turn it on at the base, you may want to start on low. Start rubbing it over and between your breasts. Now touch the tip to your nipples. Some lubrication will help.” Erin took the lotion and applied some to each of Amanda”s nipples. ” Now let it slowly drop down your tummy and let it slip between your legs. Lie all the way back put your head on the arm rest, spread your leg up over the back of the couch. Now we can see all of you. Run the vibrator up and down length ways. That”s it girl, gets it all nice and wet! Now touch the tip right on your clit. ”

Amanda eagerly followed Erin”s instruction, the pulsations for her new toy were driving her toward pure ecstasy

I with Amanda in this position I ended up sitting some what between her legs and had a great view of both her holes. I couldn”t take anymore, I put some more lotion on my hand and started to work my cock with long slow strokes. Erin apparently had recovered too, she had her vibrator on high and was pushing in and out of herself with her hip thrusting up into the air like she was getting fucked. Erin started moaning and was going over the edge one more time. Amanda was on her own.

Amanda took the dripping pink rocket and stuck the point into her vagina. She inserted the rocket about five inches inside her and her hip began that involuntary fucking motion. I don”t know how she had the resolve to do it but she was able to grab her beads. She looped them over the vibrator sticking out of her hole reached behind her self with one hand and grabbed the other end just above the vibrator then began working them back and forth. The result was the beads starting at her rear entry up over her perineum around her labia and the vibrator on over her clit. Her hip thrusts became more intense and her breathing was coming in rapid audible moans. Then with one big thrust of her hips she started coming. The thin clear stream of her ejaculate came squirting out of her urethra bathing my cock, hand and balls. For the third time that night I was on the verge of coming and this time I wasn”t going to stop short.

The fluid from Amanda”s ejaculate provided great lubrication and the warmth dripping over my balls. Again my testicles started draw up, the muscles at the base of my scrotum stated to tighten. With the first pulse my entire body contracted, I could feel the warm flushing of my skin, and the hot cum traveling up my urethra and shooting out the tip of my cock. My cock must have spasmed five or six times each time shooting my creamy ejaculate a couple of feet into the air with a sizable amount landing on Amanda”s thigh. Amanda scooped it up with her finger tips and started to rub on her clit until she came again.

We all just of sat there in silence, still clouded in the disbelief of what had just happened. Erin and Amanda then simultaneously started to giggle. I couldn”t help but join in. I grabbed one of the towels and started to clean up our sexual juices. Ladies first, dipping the towel down between their legs, then off myself and any stray sprays off the furniture.

We all sat around for a while, no one bothering covering up. Before long I felt that familiar pulsation in my penis. My little brain was telling the big brain it was ready to go again. Without any second thoughts I started to stroke it until I came a second time. After all I told the girls, “Who knows how long it may be before we get a chance to study again?”

Monday, July 16th- 3:19 am

I decided to do something different today. I went to the local swimming pool. At first there were a lot of teenagers there. They cleared out during the early afternoon. At one point I was the only person there besides two life guards. They sat on the side of the pool making out. I guess they thought I was sleeping instead of sunbathing. Either that or they didn’t care if I could see them. They jumped into the pool and began a game of tag. Apparently the guy caught the female and pulled her bikini bottoms off. She laughed and tried to catch him. Eventually he cornered her against the side of the pool and wrapped his arms around her. They kissed passionately for several minutes then I noticed that the young woman was rocking against him. Both of them were breathing heavily as she began to move faster. I was getting hot and wet again, but I didn’t touch myself. I let the pressure build inside me as I watched. After a few minutes of this, the man moved away from her, and pulled himself up on the side of the pool. The female turned, facing him. She sucked his shaft into her mouth. It was average length, about six or seven inches, so she had no trouble deep throating him. He put his hand on the back of her head, as she pumped her mouth up and down his length. She took him in and out so fast, that her mouth became a blur. I was impressed. I am older than she appeared to be and I can’t suck cock that fast. My clit throbbed, wanting release but I ignored it. I didn’t want to miss anything that was going on. The woman crawled out of the pool, pushing the guy onto his back, then she mounted his face. He tongued her pussy while she resumed sucking him fast as a washing machine on spin cycle. I saw her glance over at me and wink. I had unconsciously lifted my head, making it quite clear that I was watching them. Her head bobbed up and down rapidly, taking him in deeper with each movement while she pressed her cunt closer to his mouth. He was greedily lapping at her hot box with his long tongue. My face grew hot as my desire mounted. It took all my control not to touch myself. I heard a car pull up in the parking lot. I hoped nobody would interrupt their fun. Luckily they both erupted in an orgasm. I could see the woman’s juices oozing out onto the man’s face. He lurched as she swallowed the cream he shot into her mouth. Then they both slid back into the pool. It took them a few minutes to find her bikini. She got it on just as several kids walked thru the gate. They gave each other a secret smile and then climbed up onto their lifeguard chairs again. I knew that I had to relieve the tension inside me. I grabbed my towel and waved good-bye to the lifeguards and headed home. When I got home. I played with myself three times, having multiple orgasms over an over again.

Tuesday, July 17th- 7:33 pm

This afternoon, I went to Daytona Beach. I had been drinking for hours, so I was feeling a bit brazen. I entered myself in a wet t-shirt contest. I figured, Why not? I might be older than the other women, but I have a great body. I have long brown hair, blue eyes and full lips. My complexion is smooth as a baby’s butt. My tits are 38 DD’s, my waist is only twenty-six inches and my hips are thirty six inches. My ass is tight and my pussy is shaved smooth at all times. I have long slender legs and an even tan. I detest tan lines, which is why I try to always sun bathe naked.

After signing up for the wet t-shirt contest, I drank several more beers. So by the time the contest started I was quite tipsy. I waited until it was time to go on stage to put my skimpy white shirt on. It barely covered my tits. It stopped about half an inch below my nipples. I wore a hot pink thong with it. I tossed my bikini top to one of the horny college guys in the crowd. I held my breath when they started pouring water on all the chicks on the stage. Each woman squealed and giggled when the water soaked her. I decided to do the opposite. I rubbed my hands very slowly down my body, enjoying the cool liquid. Then I turned and showed the crowd my ass. I bent over, giving them all a view of my pussy lips to. The men in the rowdy crowd went wild. They whistled and yelled, “Take it off, honey!” I smiled and stood in the line with the other contestants. Several of them gave me dirty looks. They let the audience be the judges. The announcer stopped in front of each woman and had the crowd yell its approval or disapproval. When he got to me, the noise from the audience was deafening. I smiled and waved. I was awarded a big jar stuffed full of money. All the men started chanting, “Show us your tits! Show us your tits!” I have never been an exhibitionist but I was enjoying the attention I was getting, so I figured, What the hell! I slowly pulled my soaked shirt up, baring my breasts a little at a time. When both of my nipples were showing, I ripped the flimsy material from my body. Then I started shaking my ass for them. I gyrated my pelvis and caressed my breasts, heating up all the guys who watched. I would have continued but I saw several beach security men working their way thru the crowd. I waved at everyone then exited the stage. I grabbed a shirt off a novelty table and tossed a twenty dollar bill down. I started jogging down the beach while pulling the shirt over my head. I made quite a scene as I ran with that jar of money. People stared and gawked at me. I barely made it to the main road to catch a taxi. When the driver took off, I looked back and saw the security men standing there, shaking their heads. The cab driver laughed and said, “Did you just rob a bank?” “No, I won a wet t-shirt contest.”, I said. “No wonder they were chasing you.”, he replied before I gave him my address. When I got home, I ate dinner and took a long bath.

Wednesday, July 18th- 12:45 pm

I went shopping today. I needed a new bikini. If it was up to me, I would go naked all the time. But that would attract to much attention. I picked out two new bikinis. One was a blue with small triangles to cover my nipples. The bottom was a thong. The other bikini I bought was white. It was completely see thru dry, so I knew it would be really sexy when it was wet. It also had a thong for the bottom part. A lot of beaches consider it indecent to wear a thong now, but I don’t care. I will continue doing it until I get arrested for it. I decided to wear the white bikini today. I drove down to a secluded beach in South Florida. It had a much tamer crowd then Daytona Beach. A lot of lovers go there to make out. It’s one of my favorite places to watch people.

When I pulled up in the parking lot by the beach, I didn’t even have to get out of my car to get a show. In the rear view mirror, a few cars to the right, I could see a couple laying on the hood of a car four spots over from me. The woman had very light skin and long bleached blonde hair. The man was tanned with dark hair. It was mid-morning about that time, so I guess the metal on the car wasn’t hot yet. The woman laid back on the hood of the car, letting the man pull her panties down. I saw him toss them to the side. He moved between her legs and yanked his hard cock out of his pants. He lifted her legs, holding them together, against his chest. Then he put the tip of his spear between her lips. He began thrusting in and out of her very fast. His shorts were very tight, so I could see his ass muscles rippling each time he moved. I felt that familiar pulsating starting between my legs. Since I was wearing a thong, it was easy to touch myself. I lifted my right leg up onto the console then slipped my fingers into my hot snatch. I glanced in the mirror at the copulating couple.

The woman was bent over the hood of the car, getting her pussy pounded from behind. He was ramming his cock in and out of her very fast. He grabbed her hair, yanking her upper body up against his. Then he kissed her deeply while he continued to thrust his beef into her cunt. I rubbed my fingertips up and down my slit, pleasuring my clit and pussy at the same time. I barely noticed a truck pull up beside me because I was concentrating on the fucking couple in the mirror. I humped my body against my hand very fast while I massaged my nipples with my other hand. I forgot I had my window down, when I started to climax. I cried out in pleasure just as the people on the car shuddered and finished. I lay my head back against the seat, breathing heavily. That’s when I noticed a man in the passenger seat of the truck next to me. He stared at me, wide eyed with his mouth hanging open. I pulled my finger tips to my mouth and slowly sucked the juice off of them. Then I licked my lips, seductively. He started to open his truck door. I turned the key, and put the car in reverse and backed out of the spot. I looked over at the man, who was standing there in a bathing suit, with an obvious protrusion poking out the front. I smiled and drove away. It was getting hot outside, so I decided to go home for the day.

Thursday, July 19th- 6:00 pm

I had to go out of town today on business. I drove up to Myrtle Beach, South Carolina. I had two short business meetings with computer consultants that help me keep my servers running for my online business. Then I went to my hotel for a quick shower. After that I decided to go to the beach. The weather is a little more pleasant in South Carolina. The heat isn’t as extreme as it is in Florida, so I was able to spend more time then usual on the beach.

It was pretty crowded with tourists so there really wasn’t much to see. I had to talk to several locals to find out where the more secluded beaches are at. I got directions to one of them. It took me about half an hour to drive there. I didn’t see anyone at first when I walked across the beach to the water. It felt great, when the small waves splashed on my feet. I decided to walk north for a while, to check out the view. I came upon a secluded cove. It was beautiful there. I could hear voices and laughter coming from the cove, I crept into some trees, then tried to spot the source of the noise. It was two women, who looked like they were in their early thirties. I knew right away that they were skinny dipping. I could see their bathing suits laying on the rocks by the water. I think I stayed to watch out of curiosity. I can think of know other reason.

But what I saw there, really changed my opinion of lesbians. The women climbed out of the water and walked over to a big flat rock where they had towels spread out next to an ice chest. They were both brunettes with slim bodies and small breasts. One of them laid down on her stomach, while the other got some suntan lotion and began to spread it on her friend. She massaged it into her back then worked her way down to her ass, rubbing in small circular motions. After covering the backs of her legs and arms with it, she had the other woman flip over onto her back. She gently kneaded the lotion into her skin, covering her stomach, legs and arms. Then she leaned over her, running her tongue around her nipples. She arched her back, pressing her tits into her girlfriend’s eager mouth. I expected her to go down on her then, but she didn’t. Instead she reached into the ice chest and took out several ice cubes which she put in her mouth. She started sucking her friends nipples again then ran her tongue up and down her whole body, making a point to skip her nether regions. I could tell that her friend was getting worked up into a frenzy by that time. Even though I wasn’t very close to them, I could see her pussy juice running down her legs.

I was surprised when the woman reached into the ice chest again, and pulled out a strap on cock. It was at least a foot long. She lubricated it with lotion then pushed the other woman up onto her knees then took out another piece of ice. She slid it into her pussy and then thrust the plastic cock deep inside her friend. It was fascinating to watch them fuck like that. I was aroused by this display of affection but I made no move to touch myself. Her squeals of delight echoed across the water as her friend drove that cock in and out of her. There small tits jiggled slightly with each stroke.

She pumped her rapidly, going deeper with each thrust until her friend started to spasm and screech in pleasure. Then she pulled the plastic dick out of her and moved her face to her friend’s pussy. It sprayed a lot of juice out, into her open mouth. She gulped down as much of it as she could, then she licked her cunt clean. I was very turned on by that point, so I headed back out to the beach and walked back to my car. I really craved a tongue in my pussy, on that long drive home. Sometimes I wonder, if I did find a lover, would I stop being a voyeur?

Friday, July 20th- 8:49 pm

I stayed home today. The cable man was scheduled to come at noon. I left a note on the front door, telling him that I was in the back yard. I’m not shy, so I lay there naked on the deck, waiting for him to arrive. I heard his truck pull up, it only took him a few minutes to walk around to the back yard. I knew he was standing there before he said anything. I could hear him take a deep breath when he saw me laying there naked. I rolled over and looked at him. His eyes roamed downed my body. I smiled as I watched his crotch begin to rise. His cheeks flushed when he realized that I was watching his body reacting to my nudity.

He wasn’t bad looking. He had long sandy blonde hair, blue eyes and a great smile. I stood up and led him into the house. I pointed out all the tv’s to him. Then I sat down in my recliner. I didn’t bother to cover up my body. It was a turn on to watch him trying to hide his lust. He couldn’t concentrate on his work. He kept dropping the cable box and wires. I decided to really give him something hot to get nervous about. I folded out my recliner and spread my legs over each arm of the chair. This gave him a great view of my pussy when he turned his head to ask me a question. He immediately became tongue tied. I looked him in the eye and sucked a finger into my mouth. Then I dipped it into my hotbox. He groaned, as I began to finger myself. “Oh My God.”, he whispered. I gave him a lustful look. I could see the hunger in his eyes. I had so much sexual frustration built up inside me that it was taking all my control, not to jump out of the chair and pounce on him.

I swirled my fingers against my clit and probed my pussy while keeping eye contact with him. He wiped the sweat from his brow then stood up. I watched as he unzipped his jeans, then pulled his cock out of his underwear. It was thick and hard as a rock. He started stroking it very slowly while he watched my fingers. I kept my gaze on his rigid pole while I played with my womanhood. He moved closer to me, never taking his eyes off of my busy hands. He was standing so close to me at that point, I could feel his body heat radiating against me. I folded the footrest back down, and sat upright. He took another step closer to me. His cock was only inches from my body. He massaged it faster, gliding his hand from the tip to the base, repeatedly.

I rocked my cunt hard and fast as I fucked it with my fingers. He reached over to me and caressed my breasts. I moaned as pleasureful sensations shot thru my body. He increased his rhythm, stroking himself faster and harder as he knelt down. He sucked my nipple into his mouth, never missing a beat with his hand. Ecstasy shot thru both of our bodies and we exploded with powerful orgasms. My juices gushed out, overflowing the chair, and dripping onto the floor. He aimed his big cock at me and shot his cream all over my stomach and tits. He watched in fascination as I used my finger to rub his cream into my skin then licked it off of my hand. He leaned toward me and kissed me deeply. He could taste himself on my tongue. Our lips parted and we both said, “Wow!” He glanced at his watch then put his softening dick back into his jeans. He didn’t waste much time getting the cable installed throughout the house. It took him less than thirty minutes. When he started to leave, he said, “If you ever have trouble with your connection, call the office and ask for me. I will be glad to plug my cable into your adaptor.” I laughed and said, “I will keep that in mind.” I spent the rest of the day watching tv after I took a long shower.

Saturday, July 21st- 11:59 am

I just got back from a party. I saw the invitation hanging on the bulletin board at the local laundry mat. It said the party was at a local frat house. I can pass myself off for a twenty-five year old when I dress in tight, perky clothes. I put on a black running bra and leather skirt. I wore thigh high black stockings and high heels. I left my hair hanging down my back, because that was the style with the college girls. I knew there would be a lot of sexual activity at the party. So I would get an eyeful for sure. It was pretty easy for me to blend in with the college crowd. There were people there who looked older than I am. One of the frat guys kept flirting and handing me one beer after another. After I drank the fifth beer, I began to feel very dizzy. The room started to sway and get blurry. Then everything went dark.

When I woke up, I was laying on a bed. I wasn’t sure where I was. I tried to sit up but nausea overwhelmed me. The guy who had been handing me drinks all evening leaned over me. He looked concerned. “Hey, lady. Are you ok?”, he asked. “Yes.”, I tried to say. But it came out sounding more like yesh. I wondered if I had been drugged. I had heard a lot about the date rape drug being used at college parties. Momentarily panic went thru my mind, until I raised my head and saw that I still had my clothes on. I looked around the room. There were posters of naked women on all the walls. “Where am I?”, I asked when my head cleared a little. “Your in my room. When you passed out, I carried you upstairs so the other guys wouldn’t try to cop a feel.”, he said. “Thanks.”, I said gratefully. Then I closed my eyes and fell asleep. The sound of squeaky springs woke me up some time later. I opened my eyes a little, feeling a sharp pain in my head if I opened them very far. Across the room, on another bed a couple was engaged in heavy intercourse.

The female was on her knees getting fucked really hard from behind by a huge guy. He had the biggest cock I have ever scene. I wondered if he stared in porno movies in his spare time. His size was obviously not causing her any discomfort. She had a big smile on her face and kept moaning. The sound of his balls slapping against her was very loud in the small room. He grunted and groaned like a wild animal. He had a tight grip on her ass, digging his fingers deep into her flesh.

I didn’t think it was physically possible but he increased his speed. He ram rodded her faster than a run away locomotive. Then he groaned very loud, pulled his huge cock out of her and sprayed her back with his hot cum. Spurt after spurt splashed across her skin. I could see it dripping out of her hair onto the bed. She cried out and shook as an orgasm hit her. Then they collapsed against the bed. Neither one of them moved again. I slipped out of the bed and left the room. I went downstairs to find the guy who had carried me up to his bed, but I didn’t see him anywhere. There were to many people in the house. I had slept off the beer so I was able to drive home. When I got there, I passed out immediately.

Sunday, July 22nd- 4:38 pm

When I went to the beach today, something exciting happened. I met a great guy. Well, I didn’t actually meet him, I already knew him, sort of. I was laying on my towel, sunbathing and not paying much attention to anyone. It was the middle of the day, lots of families were at the beach. So I knew it was unlikely that people would be having sex. I was laying on my back, wearing my sunglasses, listening to all the voices around me, when I heard one that sounded familiar. I sat up and looked around. Then I saw him. It was the cable man. He was sitting on a towel with a little boy, about ten feet away from me. He was very nurturing toward the boy. I figured it must be his son. I looked a little closer and didn’t see a wedding ring on his hand. I stood up and walked over to him. He looked up at me and smiled when I said, “Hi, Fancy seeing you hear.”