Future of Porn

*Chapter 3 – Black’s Beach Revisited*

“I had set out to get my shy wife Chris to be more adventuresome. Not every attempt was successful, and I will not bore you with my failures. But I am still working on Chris, without pushing her too far. She had gotten naked on the Black’s Beach before and had her picture snapped with a tourist (Shy Wife #1), she posed for a nude portrait and modeled for my art class (Shy Wife #2). Here is my latest success.”

I don’t even remember what the bet was, but I was confident enough to wager a day at the spa. Read more »

*Chapter 2: Double or Nothing*

We asked if she wanted to keep playing, and she said that of course she did. This time, we told her that she would need to have sex with the winner. She looked a bit taken aback by the escalation, but agreed. As we played, both Larry and I lost our boxers. Both of us had raging hard-ons at the prospect of fucking this beautiful naked woman.

Sandy lost the next hand and looked scared out of her wits. Larry had won, and was just about to burst with anticipation. She started to stand up and then sat back down and looked distraught… After she hesitated for another minute, I asked her what was up. She blurted out that she didn’t know if she could really go through with it… Larry objected that it was a little late for that, and she apologized. After a minute she said, “ok, well how about double or nothing?” Read more »

Some people hate that word: whore.

I think it is beautiful.

Look at them, now. They cannot see you. The window is mirrored. I watch it all from here. My girls and their clients. The ancient dance, the men and the women. Always the same, yet always different.

Look over there, now, by the bar. See that girl in the silver mini-skirt. Tamsyn. The one with the long, ever so slightly kinky dark red hair. I”ve had her for two years now. Isn”t she a dish? Isn”t she a thousand volt stunner? I think she”s sex on wheels, or on stilletto heels in any case. Some people like their women skinnier, but who would not want her? She is so sensual: that flat little tummy poking out from under her top, her long smooth arms, the white swell of her breasts, her graceful legs. Looking at her, don”t you want to fuck her? Just imagine how sweet her nipples will be, just imagine her soft thighs around you. Do you think she will give good head? I can tell you that she does. But let her ride you if you really want a treat. She”s a sweet, sweet girl, and sweet sweet fuck. Read more »

This time, I unlocked their cuffs one at a time and led them over to the other side of the room. There were two ‘horses’ set up there. They consisted of a wooden frame, big enough for them to lie across face down, and four legs. The whole thing was covered in padding. I cuffed their wrists to the far legs, and their ankles to the near ones, leaving them totally bound, face down, with their breasts hanging on the sides, their asses pointing up in the air, and their heads hanging off the end. Seeing them there, with their pussies so bluntly on display and accessible, with the shreds of the stockings still on Cindy’s legs, and Linda totally naked, was a huge turn on. That they were bound and blindfolded made it even more exciting. Read more »

I first met Ivan the second semester of my junior year while studying art in Florence. He was a friend, or I should say, a business associate of my father’s and he called me up in late April to invite me to dinner. I had never met Ivan, but I remember my father telling me stories about him. He was rich, rather eccentric, and a serious collector of sculpture. He lived on an estate along the Connecticut coast and traveled the world extensively.

It was hard for a starving student living on pasta and pizza to pass up an invitation to dinner. No doubt it would be a dining experience. Ivan said to bring a friend, but preferably one of the female persuasion. I knew my girlfriend at the time, Cathy, would enjoy a good meal as well, so we headed off together to meet Ivan at one of the fanciest hotels in Florence. Read more »

“To appreciate this sequel fully, I would strongly recommend reading the first instalment ‘Nightwatch’ by the same author.”

When I awoke – it probably couldn’t have been any more than 20 minutes later – night had begun to settle outside, blanking out the already shaded windows of the van like a set of shutters. Inside was grey, the only light seeping from the screen to my right that focussed on the bed occupied by a naked and dozing Kate. Tim was nowhere to be seen.

Beside me, Penny too snoozed, her fleshy orbs heaving and deflating with the motion of breathing. Snail-like tracks of cum coated the flesh, whilst her hair stuck thickly to her forehead. Read more »

I was majoring in psychology and taking a course on the psychology of fetishism. For my research project and final paper I decided to do a case study of a sexual exhibitionist. So I placed an ad in the campus newspaper looking for informants and received quite a few replies, mostly from guys. But since I”m a woman myself I was more curious to find a subject who was a woman, figuring she”d think more as I did, that I could relate more easily to her. Also, being somewhat of a curious voyeur myself — which is part of the reason I chose to do research on this topic in the first place — and having a special curiosity about the sexual behavior of other women, I decided to consider only female respondents and ignored the many, many guys who got back to me. Read more »

The plane landed n Houston without incident, but still my heart hammered as if we were crashing thousands of feet into the ground. When the forward hatch opened with a whoosh I was both relieved and even more terrified. This was it! I thought that maybe I could stay on the plane and use my return ticket right now, never leaving the seat. I knew that I couldn’t do that and slowly pulled myself together and to my feet.

I was the last of the First Class off the plane and made my way slowly up the ramp to the terminal As I entered the concourse waiting area I heard my name called and turn to see David standing there. Evidently in Houston money and power buy you security clearance. I guess it does everywhere. I swallowed, gulped is more accurate, and made my way to him. Read more »

Firstly thank you all for your positive comments and suggestions. I must admit that these tales that I now tell are in fact real adventures. They are not fantasy. The names have been changed so that I don’t embarrass people who would really be in the shit if their spouses read any of these tales.

I had just discovered that the woman I was watching with all those men was in fact my girl. She was telling me how she had gotten into this situation as we both cooled down after what was a very quick, hard fuck. It had all started at the local hotel, on the dance floor, in front of a crowed room. Read more »

I hadn’t seen Kyle in a few years. He was an old boyfriend from college; after graduation, he went to the University of Florida for law school and I had moved to Miami and settled into the grind of work. He had just broken up with a girlfriend of three years, and he was so excited when I told him I was coming to visit. So I knew I had to figure out a way to cheer him up.

We arranged to meet at Kazbor’s Grill for cocktails and dinner. Standing alone naked in my hotel room, I looked into the mirror and wondered if I would have the nerve to go through with wearing what I planned to wear. Read more »