Untethered

"Please Cailey? You know Joe is only in town for tonight and if I don't see him, he'll kill me," Ina pleaded. Cailey sighed. It was her first free Friday in months and she had planned to not do a damn thing but have some alone time. "I'll owe you big time. I'll do anything you want hon." Cailey leaned her head back against the couch and looked over at her. "Damn Ina. What is the job?" Ina gave her a big smile, knowing she was going to say yes. "It's a boyfriend wanting to do something special for his girl's birthday. A little domination, a little pleasure. Just the girl. The guy won't be there." Cailey looked at the TV for a long moment and then nodded slowly. "Thank you, thank you!" Ina hugged her loosely standing up. "It's at the Chateau. 10pm. Room 109. I have the money already."

She disappeared and came back moments later with bills in her hand. "Your reputation proceeds you," Cailey smiled up at her. "Here,"? Ina tried to hand it to her. She shook her head, "Naw, you just owe me. Don't worry about it." Ina eyed her warily. Cailey grinned. "Only rule is a 3 hour limit and to keep her blindfolded the entire time. She should be set up already for you when you get there." "Does he want anything in particular?" Cailey asked. Ina shrugged, "Instructions said as much pain as you want to dole out." Cailey stood up, stretching. "Okay, I'll be there. Tell Joe I said hello." Ina smiled and nodded, hurrying to grab her stuff from the foyer.

A minute later she heard the door close as she refilled her drink a few fingers.? She took? the glass? with her to the door leading to the basement. Turning on the light, she? walked down the staircase slowly, draining part of the scotch. She headed to the far door and opened it, turning on the sparse light that illuminated the large square room. A rack stood in the corner, shaded in darkness, restraints untied and falling loosely around the pegs. To the right was a long table, padded with thick material, cuffs attached to the top and bottom. She turned and went to the long wardrobe to the her left and punched in 4 numbers. It slid open without a sound. A light came on, making everything inside turn red.

She reached towards the bottom cabinet and pulled out a plain black bag. She set it on a small table next to the wardrobe. She looked at the crops in front of her and pulled down a longer, thinner one. Her other hand reached for a ball gag and she put both in the bag. She opened the drawer in front of her taking out nipple clamps and a bottle of lubricant. She shut the drawer and then opened the larger one to the the left.

Strap-ons and dildos of different sizes lay methodically placed in the sizable drawer, each in its own place on the velvet. She chose her favorite one, a fairly thick one that curved gently, usually enabling her to hit just the right spot. It wasn't too long, average, but it was the pentration that was the point, not the size. She placed it in a pouch made for it, then took it and her long elbow length black latex gloves hanging to her immediate right off the hook, closing the wardrobe. She heard a slight sound, a vacuum seal, and she put the rest of the items in the bag, zipping it.

To the immediate left of the door, she opened the trunk and pulled out her leathers. All black. Pants, boots that went to above her knee. Two cuffs for her wrists. She closed the trunk, putting the bag over her shoulder and closed the light. Heading back up the stairs, she let her mind start to go where it needed to go for the evening. She cleared it completely as she took everything into her bedroom. She looked over at the clock. Almost 9pm. It would take her at least 20 minutes to drive there.

She stripped and took a quick shower, taking care to wash carefully everywhere, including using a neutral shampoo that wouldn't overpower the woman's senses. She dried off, going to her dresser and took out a black lace bra and a black satin halter. She didn't like wearing leather on her upper torso for some reason. Call it a quirk. She put on her clothes, then checked the clock again before she turned out the lights to her apartment. She hoped this would be quick and easy. Ina owed her big time.

When she got to the Chateau, it was as dark as sin outside. Some of the lights weren't working in the garden path leading towards the different rooms. Better that way, she supposed. Kept her partially hidden in shadows. She walked past a tall man who tried to catch her eye, but she didn't look at him, continuing straight ahead. She never talked to anyone but the client when she was on a job. She controlled her environment from beginning to end, that way there was no outside noise clouding her head.

She looked at the rooms in the corner. Two were dark, the one in the far corner, further from the others had a blue light coming from it. A TV. That was the room. Ina had left the key in the foyer and she looked at it. Same number. She looked around and behind her,? back? into the garden. Silent. She approached the door and slid the key in quietly, the door opening easily. A smallish two room suite greeted her. She was in the outer greeting room. A couch and table sat in front of her, flowers in a vase. A large TV mounted on the wall. There was an empty beer bottle sitting on the table. She locked the door behind her, chaining it, the shadow of the TV creeping across the wall. Another door was right beyond the couch. She heard some heavy metal music coming from it. Slightly loud and obnoxious.

She set her bag down on the table, unzipping it. She took out the crop and left everything else. She slid it into her knee high boot, then made her way to the open door. The room inside was darker, lit by two candles, one on either side of the bed. Red. Her eyes weren't on the candles or the room or the dark empty bathroom, all of which she saw in an instant. Instead they took in the naked and prone figure of the woman on the bed. She was quite tall, possibly her height, her long limbs spanning a good portion of the bed, restrained as they were. Her hands were in cuffs that were attached to the wrought iron banisters at the top of the bed, her ankles as well. She was spread too far apart for comfort, almost at an unnatural angle.

The flickering light played over her body and she came closer, standing at the foot of the bed. She was shaved smooth except for a tiny strip of hair at the top of her mound, and she followed it up to her absolutely gorgeous breasts. Full, and even laying down, they stood up. Fake maybe. She didn't mind one way or the other. The nipples were softly settled in her larger areolas. The music was not just obnoxious, it was bordeline frenetic, not something she enjoyed at all when she was working. She walked to the radio the was next to the woman's head and turned it off completely.

The girl's head turned slightly towards her. Her eyes were blindfolded and she already had a gag in her mouth, a bit of some kind. She didn't really like bits as they tended to actually chip people's teeth when used. She could see the girl's mouth at the sides were already a little raw. She had the most perfect looking nose and arched eyebrows, but her face was slightly contorted from the bit so she couldn't really tell what she looked like in repose. She had an idea though. The girl was beautiful. She felt something stir low in her spine. Interesting. It had been awhile since she had a client that made her curious.

She crouched down next to her, the bed low to the ground. She looked at the girls wrist and noticed bruising around it. She knew if she looked at the other wrist and possibly her ankles she would see the same thing. Her boyfriend or whoever her boyfriend gave her to didn't handle her gently. She saw the girl start to shiver and looking at her for a long moment, she realized it was one of fear, not pleasure.

She wondered briefly if the girl liked this, or if the boyfriend did. She studied the girl for a long moment. It had been awhile since she had decided to reverse her plans. She was not into doling out pain at someone else's expense. She did it entirely to please the person she was with at that given moment. If the girl did not really want what she was offering, she didn't want to purposely hurt her knowing it would cause her a different kind of pain.

She put her hand on the bed, letting the girl know she was there. She felt the girl jerk slightly. Yeah, she was scared. "I'm going to loosen your bonds," she said quietly. The girl remained silent and she slowly undid the restraint from the bar, putting it closer to the girls head, re-attaching it. She went to each of the four corners and did the same. She saw the girl's body sag slightly into the bed with relief from her limbs being stretched so far apart.

She came to the top of the bed again and reached out slowly, running her hand down her cheek to the bit. She reached behind the girl's head and unlatched it, taking it off. The girl immediately wet her full lips, her jaw moving slightly. She had a few questions for her. Wanted to hear her answers. She looked at the metal in her hand. These things were pretty crucial. Made her think she was getting too soft for this business. Of course that was something she had been telling herself the last few years as she took less and less job offers. The money was out of this world, but she always felt worn out afterwards. Kids were getting more and more demanding. They weren't true subs, just role-players. It wasn't a game to her.

But also more and more, as was evidenced with the girl with her, she felt people were losing the meaning of control. She never left bruises, never left scars. She was always careful and she always only gave what could be handled, until they completely gave in to their own pleasures. Hurting someone just for the sake of being in control and having the power without giving in return was abuse, not something she incorporated into her work or her life.

She set the gag on the table and fingered the girl's blindfold, having the strange need to see her eyes. Not a good idea. She ran a finger down the girls face to her neck lightly, the girl's mouth parting. "Tell me. Do you like pain?" She waited, watching the girl swallow. "Yes, Mistress." Standard answer, but she could tell it was false. "I don't tolerate someone who lies. So I'll ask you again. DO YOU LIKE PAIN?" The girl's lower lip shook slightly, her hands clenching above her. "No, Mistress."

She nodded to herself, her hand going down her side, not touching her breasts, just resting on her hip before moving down to her thigh. "Is this for you, or for someone else?" she asked. "Someone else, Mistress." There was merit in doing things to please your partner, but if you yourself received nothing from it, no pleasure from the pain and ultimate release from yourself through losing control and just being, there really wasn't a point.

She got on to the bed between the girls legs. "Do you like to be dominated?" Maybe that was the better question to ask. The girl wet her lower lip and then let out an almost inaudible, "Yes, Mistress." She knew this time she was telling the truth. So she liked to be dominated, but she was maybe getting more than she bargained for. She would do this without the pain then. She ran her hands encased in the gloves up her legs and over her stomach, once, twice. The girl bit her lip, not moving. She moved up her naked body, running the leather of her pants up her legs. Her chest was below her, the breasts pushed lightly into her.

She placed her hands on either side of her head, looking down at her. She pushed into her body, pressing her pelvis into the girl, against her bareness. She let her hands move over the girl, cupping each breast, the nipples starting to get hard. They were real, definitely not fake. She bent her head and took the girl's mouth, firm, demanding. The girl's mouth opened under hers tentatively and she felt desire crawl over her. They kissed for a few long moments and she realized that she really could lay here all night and do just this. Her fingers pinched her nipple lightly, their tongues sliding together. She felt the girl move slightly under her and she pulled away slowly, the girl's breaths coming faster.

"Do you want my mouth on you?" she asked her, her hand moving down to cup her. "Yes, Mistress," the girl whispered. "Where do you want my mouth?" The girl bit her lip, "Wherever pleases you, Mistress." She shook her head. Another standard answer. "Answer the question," she said slowly, pinching her other nipple. The girl gasped softly, "On my breasts, between my legs Mistress." Her cheeks reddened which made her almost want to laugh. Shy? She moved her mouth to her full breasts and flicked at her nipples one by one. They were rock hard and long and she sucked them strongly, watching the woman's face as she kept them moist in her mouth. Her other hand went between her legs, and she ran her fingertips up her.

She moved down her body to her vagina. Very nice. Almost delicate looking. Pink..smooth. Lips covering her opening. She opened her mouth and started to lick her folds. The girls legs trembled slightly, her back moving imperceptibly. Damn, it looked like the tables were turned on her. She wanted to pleasure her, wanted to be on her knees. She liked the feeling. She smiled to herself as she ate the girl out expertly, taking her to the edge, only to bring her back down and start over. Her opening started to pour fluids, her clit was now standing out from under the hood, her body trying to remain still but failing miserably. She tasted like honey in her mouth as it slid down her throat gently.

She moved her face away a final time and the girl moaned pitifully. She wanted to be inside of her. She got up and left the room, getting the bag. She brought it back in, setting it on the dresser. She took out the strap-on and then took off her own clothes, taking her time. The girls juices were glistening, her nipples still hard, her lips plump from her chewing on them. She was gorgeous, responsive, and she wanted to claim her.

She came onto the bed again and got between her legs. "Do you want to be fucked?" she asked, her voice low. The girl let out a breath, "Yes, Mistress." She tilted her head looking at her. "I don't think you want it enough." She knew the girl was lubricated, but she put more on her strap-on from the bottle she had put on the bed. She pressed just the tip of it to the girl's entrance, then ran it up to her clit before backing away. The girl whimpered, her mouth opening.

"Do you want to be fucked?" she asked her again, studying her. "Yes, Mistress. Please. Fuck me," the girl pleaded softly. She leaned over her, taking her breast into her mouth again, the tip barely sliding in. The girls body shook slightly at the penetration, her hips moving with her. She sucked on her nipple, biting it, her other hand going to her long strawberry blonde hair now tangled around her head. She moved just the tip in and out, the girl's mouth opening in an O as she tried to get more of her inside, her hips pressing against her.

She knew what the girl wanted. Wasn't going to give it to her. She fucked her slowly, never fully seating herself or touching her clit as she rose over her, watching the girl fight the sensations at the same time welcome them. Her breasts moved as she took her, her hands clenching spasmodically in the restraints. She glided in and out of her for long moments, then stilled, watching her fight not to speak, just to lay still. She would start up again, only to stop and settle into her.

She wanted her to lose that control. Lose it to actual pleasure. To her. And to herself. Soon she was penetrating her more deeply, her other leg going over her thigh, pressing her to the bed, controlling the girl's movement and her own. Their nipples teased one another, her mouth brushing the girls. The woman moaned softly, her body now moving with hers, her back arching. She knew she was close to her orgasm, could tell she needed stimulation on her clit, her mouth on her. Just when the girl was about to break, she stopped, coming out of her completely. The girl gasped, her body trying to rise with hers, her face unsure but needy.

She went to the bathroom and cleaned her strap-on after removing it. She came back into the room, took out a new pair of underwear and put them on, then dressed again. Her whole body was pissed at her. Wanted her to get back in that bed and finish what she had started. Wanted to see what this girl felt like, looked like when she came from her being inside of her, with her. But the ultimate act was losing yourself by choice. The girl hadn't had a choice to begin with. So she was making it about a choice for the girl now.

She put everything back in her bag, then zipped it, coming to stand next to the girl. She took out a white card, scribbling her private line and her address. She undid first her left wrist, then her right, the girl's breaths still harsh, her body tight with the need for release. She put the card in the girls fingers, wanting to see her eyes, but knowing that she would have to wait. Maybe she would never see them. She touched her face lightly. So fragile looking. It made her want to pick her up and hold her in her lap. She let herself back away, her eyes leaving the girl. She picked up her bag and walked out of the room, not looking back.

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Madison sat on her porch, the blanket wrapped around her. She slowly drank her wine, her eyes unseeing as they looked out over the veranda. Her body seemed to be humming, had been since that night over two weeks ago. She was expecting...honestly, something pretty horrible. And instead...she got much more than she could have ever fathomed. A woman, someone she never saw, took her somewhere she had never been before, somewhere without pain.

Since she could remember, she had always been attracted to more dominant lovers. Men that were strong, protective. But as she hit her late teens and early twenties, she knew that her pattern with men was not a good one. She seemed to attract physically abusive lovers. This weak spot in her, this cowering part of her seemed to call to certain types of men. And it was like they were drawn to her. And she had always had a problem with saying no. Always wanted to please, and always ended up getting hurt. She wanted to be cherished and loved and instead got possessed and chained.

The last few men had been the worst and she thought possibly she was destined for whatever it was that was put upon her. That she was worthy of whatever she got. Brian, the last man she was with ended up sharing her with his friends a few months back, and that night was one she would like to soon forget. Drunken groping hands and brutal fucking. She remembered crying the whole week after, Brian not understand what the problem was.

She didn't know why she felt so helpless. She felt like she was carrying in her mother's footsteps, Brian reminding her of her father. She felt like she had no control over her own life anymore, Brian determing her nights and weekends for her. Her only salvation was work. She had friends, but was too embarassed to talk about what a stupid and insane predicament she seemed to put herself in time and time again. She deserved what she got.

And then that night two weeks ago. It was as if something inside her changed. The woman had asked her what she wanted, gave her what she understood she truly needed. A choice. It was like this door had opened up wide in front of her, taunting her to go on through. She had given her enormous pleasure, something she hadn't felt in many years. Her body literally felt like it was suspended in pleasure. She wanted to take off her blindfold, wanting desperately to see the woman that was making her feel as if she was breaking apart in ecstacy but had been unable to, even after having her restraints removed.

She had slept with a woman in college some time ago, and remembered it being sweet, both of them awkward and slightly tipsy. It was something she occassionally let herself think about when she was particularly depressed. She would take the awkwardness and the okay sex to the harshness of her reality right now.

But this woman. There was nothing just okay about what had happened between them. It was so much more. Not just the sex, but her words, her hands...she was dominant without being condescending, strong without supplying the hurt and degradation that she was used to it coming with. And she found when she was able to sit up and adjust her eyes to the darkness of the room that the woman had given her a card. With a number and address. Offering. She was offering. And she wanted.

What the card also symbolized was the right to say no. And that's exactly what she did. She refused to see Brian. Wouldn't answer the door when he banged on it, wouldn't talk to him except for once, telling him that she didn't want him in her life anymore. There was certainly a fear. Fear of Brian, but an even bigger? fear that this woman would turn around and use her, treat her badly as well. But, there was also this flicker of hope that it meant more to the woman than just sex or domination.

She had the card in her hand now. She had debated calling all week. Couldn't get herself to do it. Was afraid. Afraid of starting over. Of needing someone she didn't even know. She finished her wine, her heart beating faster. She wouldn't call. She would go over there. More than anything, she wanted to see what she looked like. Wanted to see her eyes. Then she would know. She had to.

She got up and went to her bedroom to change. Jeans, sandals, strappy tank top. She pulled her hair up, then grabbed her keys, turning out the lights. She drove slowly, thinking at some point she would become scared and turn around but she surprised herself as she got off the exit. She knew the area. Nice, large spacious places. Beautiful views. She found the place and saw the lights were on, a TV changing the color in the bay window every so often.

She sat for a long moment, then got out, her stomach clenching uncontrollably. She was so nervous she thought she might possibly get sick. What was she doing? She grasped the handle of the door, then steeled herself, closing it. She crossed the street, then went up to the door. She knocked lightly, then after a few moments, a little louder. She stepped back slightly just as the door opened and she looked up into the eyes of a tall red-headed woman, a smile on her face as she responded to someone behind her shoulder. She was beautiful, green sparkling eyes and perfect white teeth.

She didn't know what she was expecting, but somehow it wasn't this woman. "Hi," she heard herself say softly. "Hi," the woman smiled at her quizzically and then she turned her head towards someone walking down the hall towards them, "Cailey, someone's here for you I think." The other woman rounded the corner and she felt her breath leave her as her eyes lit upon her. The girl was her height, long gorgeous auburn hair in a ponytail, darker complexion hinting at a mixed heritage. She was wearing hip huggers slung low on her hips exposing her stomach, a button down soft looking shirt. Barefoot. Her forearms and hands looked strong and sexy in the dark light of the entryway, the V of her chest exposed from the open buttons making her hands itch, wanting to touch the smooth expanse. She was absolutely stunning, the most beautiful woman she had ever laid eyes on.

Their eyes met, the woman's large light brown ones widening slightly, her lips parting. The other girl looked at them and then laughed slightly, turning to go around the woman. They looked at one another for a long moment and then the woman opened the door wider, tilting her head slightly. She hesitantly walked over the threshold as she closed the door gently behind them.

"Cailey," the woman said and she took her hand, the feeling sending a spike of adrenaline shooting through her, her voice just as she remembered. "Madison," she replied softly. "Thought maybe you weren't interested," Cailey said, their hands still linked. "I am," she whispered, feeling anxious. "But?" Cailey asked, watching her. "I'm scared as hell," she expelled a breath. Cailey nodded. "I'll let you know a secret," she bent her head slightly, their bodies somehow closer. "What?" she heard herself ask, her other hand clenching, wanting to touch her, never having been able to do so before. "There's no need to be," she said quietly in her ear, and then she was in her arms as Cailey enveloped her.

She felt her knees get weak and she held onto her, her hands clenched into fists on her shirt, as she buried her face in the crook of her neck, her scent making her want to just get lost in her. She wanted and needed this woman so bad she thought she was going to come just from being in her arms, having been on edge since she saw her last. Cailey ran her hands down to her bottom, cupping her, her own hands going up her back. "I...I need you," she said softly, feeling her body already ready, wetness between her legs. Cailey nodded, clasping her hand and leading her down the hall.

She saw her head turn towards a door to the left, but she kept going until she was in a large master bedroom. Huge king size bed, silk sheets. Lights on dim. Cailey closed the door, picking her up and carrying her to the bed. She lay over her and their mouths met, her eyes closing, her hands on her shoulders. Cailey's body on hers, their mouths meshing...it brought that night back full force and she moaned, her arms going around her neck, feeling her solid against her,? above her own hands.

Cailey reached for the hem of her tank top and she let her pull it off of her. Her hands tentatively went to the buttons on Cailey's shirt and Cailey didn't push them away, didn't do anything but watch her as she opened her shirt to reveal beautiful breasts in a dark satin bra. She felt her mouth water, her hands pushing her shirt off her shoulders and then it was on the floor.

"I...what do you want me to..." she swallowed, stopping to look up at her worriedly, hesitant. She always was the submissive one in bed, always waited for permission. Cailey settled herself, her body unmoving above her. "What do you want to do?" Cailey asked her gently. "Everything," she whispered, her hands hooking around her upper arms. Cailey's eyes changed in front of her, she saw her need to take control at the same time her will was fighting it. It disappeared almost as quickly as it came, her eyes becoming clear. The flicker of dominance followed by her need to be what she wanted made her heart leap out of her chest. "Then by all means," Cailey winked at her and she felt a small laugh come out of her. She couldn't even remember the last time she had laughed in bed.

Cailey smiled at her, her curved eyebrow raising, "What?" She licked her lips, feeling like her chest was being crushed. "I...I don't know if I'm going to be any good at this." Cailey rolled slowly so that she was now on top, then sat up taking her with her, her legs parting to go to either side of hers. She felt her throat close, her body tensing as she put her arms around her neck, looking down into her eyes. "You being good at this is not what I'm interested in," Cailey said quietly, their mouths close.

Their lips brushed and she felt her body surge into her. Cailey held her close, their bodies lined up perfectly. "What are you interested in?" she whispered, their breaths mingling. "You taking what you need." She felt her breath leave her completely, her eyes widening. "Take it," Cailey whispered into her ear, her hands light on her body. She felt herself completely give in at her words and she cupped Cailey's face their eyes meeting once again before she pressed her mouth to hers hungrily.

She moaned against her mouth, her arms tight around her neck, her pelvis pushing into her, needing to feel her close. Their tongues slid together, Cailey's hands still gentle on her, letting her set the pace. She felt herself start to spiral out of control. It had been so long since she had felt desire, desire to touch someone else, make love to them. The urgency was almost too much. They fell back onto the bed, Cailey's leg pushing between hers, their hands lacing on the bed. She kissed her face, her neck, her shoulders, tasting her skin. She sat up, taking her bra off, Cailey's eyes moving lightly over her body, sending streaks of lust pounding through her veins.

She undid her jeans, pulling them down and off, her hands going to Cailey's pants. Their eyes remained on one another as she undid them, her breath coming fast. She looked down, her attentions revealing a matching set of bikini underwear. She got on her knees between her legs and took her jeans off the rest of the way. She looked down at her, feeling shock. She was so magnificent looking. She suddenly felt inadequate, her fears coming back to her.

Cailey watched the emotions fly through her and she put her hand on her hip, moving it to her ass, pulling her back up so that she was on top of her. She felt her tension lessen, their bodies soft against one another. Cailey pulled her legs apart slowly so that they were spread over her hips and she bent down over her, kissing her slowly. She felt her breasts push against Cailey's soft mounds against the satin of her bra, the feeling making her sigh.

Soon her kisses weren't soothing anymore, her hips moving langorously over Cailey's body, pressing against her clit and she felt herself swell, wetness flowing through her. Suddenly she couldn't take it anymore, needed to feel her inside her, needed her. She took Cailey's hand, placing it between her thighs. She ran her fingers over her, Cailey's breathing changing. And then she took Cailey's fingers and curved them with hers, pushing both Cailey's fingers and one of her own inside of her, Cailey letting out a near growl, her own moan supplementing it.

Together they moved in her, Cailey's fingers sliding in while hers slid out. Again and again, and she felt her orgasm rush towards her just from feeling both of their fingers deep in her. She lay her body over Cailey's, her legs moving higher, her breasts hovering over Cailey's mouth. Cailey opened it, her tongue dancing over her breasts and she felt Cailey's other hand move to her clit, pressing gently over and over. She felt immediate overwhelming pleasure fly through her body, centering fiercely between her legs. She couldn't stop the sounds escaping from her throat, wordless pleas for release.

Cailey's fingers moved deeper, pressing against her entrance from the inside and she cried out, her body folding over Cailey's, the absolute ecstacy drowning everything else out and she bucked against her, the climax overtaking every single cell in her body, the feeling making her whole body stiffen, as though immobile. It seemed to go on and on, Cailey's fingers still moving inside of her, her fingers now moving rapidly on her clit, her mouth on her breasts. She groaned, her hips finally slowing, her head pressed against the pillow, Cailey's hand moving to her lower back, her other fingers still buried inside of her.

She felt the world go slightly black, her own hand moving from between her legs and she let go of the tension in her arms and legs, laying fully on top of her, Cailey's hand soothing inside of her still slightly tremoring vagina. Cailey held her close as she continued to move her hand, not touching her oversensitive clit. She moaned softly, her hips unconsciously moving?  with her, seeking more pleasure. She rode her hand slowly, her vagina opening completely to her and she felt her push another finger in, stretching her. She groaned, her mouth moving to Cailey's neck, nipping at her. Cailey sat up, getting on her knees and she gasped, feeling her penetration at a sharper angle, her hands going to Cailey's now loose hair.

She opened her eyes, seeing Cailey's eyes on her face, watching her. They were dark, taking everything in. She felt Cailey restraining part of herself, forcing herself to be gentle with her as she gently took her body. She reached around Cailey's back and undid her bra, pulling it off. Her own hands went to Cailey's lower stomach, feeling the flat stomach, lightly contoured with muscle underneath, up to cup her firm breasts, her thumbs passing over her nipples. Cailey barely made a sound, but she felt it against her. She kissed her softly, her other hand trailing down to insinuate itself between Cailey's groin and her underwear. Soft hair greeted her. She pushed her hand down between the trail and felt her folds in her hand. She was wet, and the knowledge that she turned her on as much as Cailey turned her on, well, she felt a rush of need shoot through her.

She ran her finger tips up and down her wet folds and slit, from her clit to her perenium over and over, Cailey's fingers now moving faster between her own legs. "Do you like that?" she heard herself manage, surprising herself with her boldness. Cailey inhaled lightly as her fingers moved slightly inside of her, and then out to continue moving up and down her between her legs, her folds and clit now completely swollen to the touch. "Yes," Cailey whispered, cupping the back of her neck as her mouth descended onto her breasts.

She felt her back arch as Cailey now became rougher, her touch more demanding, but still letting her know that she had control. It turned her on so much that when she felt her orgasm hit her suddenly, Cailey's palm raking against her clit, her head fell back, her mouth opening, no sound coming out. She rode her fast, bliss taking over and she let out a low moan. Her whole pussy was on fire, clenching tight around her fingers and she pushed her own fingers into Cailey, sliding in easily to the hilt. Cailey exhaled slowly, moaning as she pushed into her again.

She moved slightly, dislodging Cailey and then pushed herself down between her legs. Cailey lay back on the bed, her breath hitching. She pressed her face into her, her tongue touching her clit as her fingers moved in and out of her lightly and rapidly. Cailey's hand went to her head and she thought for a moment that she would try to shove her face into her like most of the men she gave blow jobs tended to do, her body stiffening slightly but she just cradled it in her hand, her fingers gentle in her hair.

She let out a soft sigh, sucking on her clit and flicking it at the same time, her fingers smoothly entering and exiting her wet flesh, the taste and smell of her surrounding her and filling her senses. She was gentle but firm. "Jesus," she heard Cailey whisper and she opened her eyes looking up to see Cailey's half-lidded eyes on her, her body propped up by her elbow, her lip between her teeth. She looked so sexy, and so aroused. By her.

She moved her fingers lightly, finding the spot she knew would make her feel more pleasure, felt her walls contract and her mouth parted. She pressed deeper, her fingers rasping into her, her tongue and lips on her swollen flesh and Cailey suddenly jerked, her hips moving into her mouth and she felt a gush of wetness around her fingers as she came, her body falling back, her hand still gentle on her head. She rode it out with her, Cailey's chest heaving, a groan immerging out of her mouth as she gently pushed her head away. She pulled out slowly and then came up. Her body pushed into Cailey's stronger one, and she felt shy all of the sudden, her body cradled into her side. Cailey turned slowly, facing her and she felt tears come to her eyes. She felt them fall, Cailey's arm around her waist, her other above their heads.

Cailey wouldn't let her hide, her forehead touching hers. "Madison," she said softly. Her tears came even faster as her name. Cailey brushed her thumb over her cheeks as she let the emotion pour out of her. "You make me feel..." Madison started to whisper then stopped. Cailey waited, her eyes patient, her hand moving back to her hip. "Free." "You don't belong to anyone but yourself," Cailey responded and she felt the words.

But she voiced the one thought on her mind, the one thing that would bind them together, the part of her that truly longed for this unreachable but tangible thing her whole life. She knew in no uncertain terms that she could find it with Cailey. "I want to belong to you." She felt Cailey's body become still, her hand clenching lightly then releasing on her hip. She had never understood what that meant until now. Belonging to someone in a whole different way, feeling safe, feeling protected, feeling...care, all wrapped up in the one person that could truly offer that and take care of the submissive part of her, gently.

Cailey put her hand under her chin, and she looked into her eyes, baring herself completely to this woman who she had been waiting for. Cailey searched her eyes for a long moment and then she nodded slightly and she felt her heart almost burst out of her chest. She knew it was a huge request, her welfare now in her hands. Cailey pulled her closer, her leg between hers, her own going over her hip.

"I won't ever betray your trust. Only take you where you ask to go," Cailey said quietly, her eyes shining on her, her hand possessive on her back. "I want to go anywhere you are," she nudged her cheek with her own. Cailey's mouth curved and she felt desire course through her, at her smile. "You're here." She felt a smile light her face, Cailey's smile turning into a grin, playful. "You're so....fucking....sexy," she shook her head, feeling amazement. Cailey laughed, kissing her lips lightly.

She felt a gasp escape her as Cailey pulled her leg higher, her leg pressing deeply into her. She had already made her come twice and she still wanted more. She felt a gentle chill go up her back, her breasts feeling heavy against Cailey's chest. "I'm going to make love to you again. Harder...take you on a ride," Cailey said slowly, her eyes roaming over her face and down to their bodies. She felt her whole body respond and she relaxed into her, "Please." Her own voice sounded like it was begging. "Oh I will," Cailey whispered, her body coming to lay on top of hers.

Cailey put her hands above her head and she put them on the sheets, holding on. "Open yourself to me." She felt her sex twitch at the authority in her voice and she spread her legs on the sheets, lifting them up into the air. "Give me a safe word baby," she whispered, her hands firm on her body. "Chateau," she said softly. Cailey looked down at her, a sparkle in her eye and she nodded, her mouth descending on her. As she felt her bite her neck lightly, she closed her eyes, tears stinging them. Maybe. Maybe this would be the new beginning she was looking for. It felt...right. Finally.

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Cailey's eyes moved to the man coming towards them, his eyes on Madison. Madison's voice stopped in mid-conversation with Ina who was sitting to her right, her eyes landing on the man. She saw her whole demeanor change, her body becoming rigid and she saw her hand clench lightly on her own knee. She was scared of him. She studied him as he approached. Tall, too much muscle and not enough length. Hair cut close, possibly military. She saw the predatory gleam in his eye and instead of tensing, she felt herself relax. She sat back, crossing her legs, Madison subconsciously pressing herself into her lightly. He reached their table and Ina looked up at him. He looked at her and Ina, ignoring everyone else at the table, then his eyes zeroed in on Madison.

"Hey Madison," he smiled. Charming. It stank on him. His All-American good looks and big dimples probably got him far. "Hi Brian," Madison said softly next to her, her hands now clenched in her lap. "How are things?" he asked, crossing his arms, his chest puffing out and his arms looking bigger as he pushed his hands under his armpits. "Good, thanks." He nodded, "I've missed you baby." She reached for her drink, not saying anything, just listening. Ina made eye contact with her and she raised her eyebrow. Madison didn't respond, her eyes looking downward. "You missed me?" he asked. Madison looked back up at him hesitantly. His face hardened slightly and he motioned towards the corner. "Why don't we chat?" he asked.

Madison bit her lip, her body starting to move as though conditioned. And she knew that this must be the last person she was with, or at least someone relatively recent, from the way she was reacting to his commands. She felt Madison's body stop as she forced herself to not get up at his words. "I don't think we have anything to say to one another," Madison said quietly. His eyes turned stormy, his jaw clenching. "I have plenty of things to say. Come on."

Madison hadn't asked her for her help so she didn't offer it, waiting for her to decide. "She doesn't want to talk with you buddy so back off," Ina said, looking at him. "No one's talking to you." "And Madison's not going to talk to you muscle boy so scram, " Ina smiled sweetly at him. His hands clenched and he looked at Madison, his eyes mean and hard, "Get up now," he nearly spat. She felt Madison's hand move slightly against her thigh.

She uncrossed her legs standing up slowly.? She took a step and she was directly in front of him. "Brian," she said quietly. His eyes met hers, the violence simmering underneath. How Madison ever got involved with this man was beyond her. And what he had probably done to her left her feeling anger, a low boil rising. "Take a step back. Now," she said so only he could hear. He looked incredulous for a moment, then took in her eyes. He hesitated, not his only weakness. Someone who couldn't control themselves, it was an all-encompassing weakness. She felt a low sound come from her and she repeated, "Now."

Brian turned his head, looking behind him, then took a slow step back. "You aren't wanted here boy. Go back to your buddies down there, where you belong," she said, her head moving towards the railing. His bravado was a bluff in the face of someone who was stronger than him. His mouth opened in surprise, his eyes moving down her body, trying to intimidate her. She laughed softly. Jake, a close friend of hers who ran in the same underground circles as she did came to stand close to her, his pitch black hair standing in spikes, matching the ones around his wrists and neck.

"Who the fuck are you?" Brian asked, half curious, half angry. "No one you want to mess with. That is unless you want that ass of yours taken from here back to where you came from," Cailey said softly.? "By my cock, boy," Jake added harshly. Brian's eyes widened his foot moving back. His eyes went over her shoulder to Madison and then he shook his head, "Cunt," he said to her and she smiled back. He turned going back down the steps. "Jake, you're such an asshole," she turned, eyeing him. "Hey, I know you had it but you know how I like those silly macho guys. All he needs is a little conditioning." "A lot of conditioning," she admitted. "He'd like it, I bet." She had to agree with that one. After he was broken, he's undoubtedly find his way back to the master that took him. The facade he put on made her believe it.

She went back to the seat she had been occupying and Madison looked over at her, chewing on the inside of her lip. "You okay?" she asked her, finishing the rest of the scotch in her glass. "Yes," Madison said softly. She met her eyes and she blinked at her, realizing that she her breathing had changed. "What's wrong?" she asked, turning slightly towards her. Madison shook her head, "I want to go home." She studied her flushed cheeks and her dark eyes. She nodded and stood, Madison standing with her. They said their goodbyes, Madison quiet the ride home, her hand going to the small black band around her neck, fingering it lightly. She parked and opened her side of the door, Madison getting out.

Once inside, Madison disappeared down the hall towards her bedroom and she went into the kitchen, pouring herself another drink. Brian must've really done a number on her. Maybe she should have kicked his ass like she had threatened. She was proud of Madison for standing up for herself, for not getting up when he told her to, for speaking back to him. She knew they were big steps for someone that had been abused, that thought themselves not worthy of love or that they were deserving of what they received.

They had been together for more than two months, Cailey purposely making it a slow race. Only seeing her a few times a week, not wanting Madison to get lost in her, not able to identify herself anymore, something she knew was the norm for her in relationships. She wanted a relationship, not a plaything.? She? wanted to have her in her bed every night. She was a perfect girlfriend and lover and she found that she wasn't oblivious to what was happening inside her mind and heart. Just wary.

She finished her drink and took her time, turning off the few lights that were on, unlacing her boots slowly. She took them off, placing them near the door to the basement, then walked silently to the bedroom. When she entered, she stopped in her tracks. Madison was completely nude except for the black band around her neck, standing in the middle of the room waiting for her. She approached her slowly, a sliver of anticipation hitting her. Madison stood silently, her body not moving as she came to stand next to her, her clothed body touching her nude one. Ultimate surrender. This was what Madison was offering. No direction, no gentle prodding. She felt her heart start to beat faster.

She reached out, cupping her face and Madison rested her cheek against her palm, her eyes closing. This girl literally swept her off of her feet. All her life she had waited to meet someone like her. Someone that wasn't on a different level, but on the exact same plane. An equal. Regardless if outsiders looked at them and thought Madison was the lesser or the weaker person between the two of them, she knew what this meant for both of them. Madison wasn't weaker, and she wasn't beneath her. She had just as much power as she did.

Her own desires mirrored Madison's. The desire to be understood and accepted and loved. Love. She loved her and in that instant she felt everything else fall away. Madison was no longer her sub, someone she subtly controlled. They were standing on the edge of something very different and just as real.

She took off her clothes slowly, her lungs filling with air as she taught herself how to breath again. Madison's face was more flushed, her nostrils flaring lightly as she watched her, the air shifting between them. Nude, they stood in front of one another. She reached out and with one decisive snap, took off her band. Madison inhaled surprised, her eyes widening. She let it drop between them. "I love you," Cailey whispered. Madison's mouth parted and she closed her eyes as though trying to wake herself up from a dream. She opened them again, her blue eyes big in understanding.

She didn't reach for her, didn't move. Saying the final words that both of them needed to hear out loud. "I'm yours." The moment she said it, she felt her heart rise out of her chest and Madison was in her arms, their mouths meeting. Need. Want. Longing. Desire. Lust. Care. The words circling around them, the slid onto the bed together. Madison held her, their arms tight around one another. "I love you too." "I know," she whispered, kissing her soft lips.

Madison turned her over and she lay on her stomach, feeling her naked body slide over hers. She closed her eyes, letting herself feel the sensations as Madison kissed her skin, her tongue trailing down the middle of her back. She cupped her breasts, Madison's hands moving under her, and she felt her fingers between her legs. Madison shifted her legs wider and she felt her own surrender form in her mind. Madison lay on her, her mouth now on her lower back, her tongue tracing the intricate tattoo that lay across the expanse of it, curving over each hip.

Madison's fingers were gentle on her, barely rubbing and she felt her eyes open and then slam shut as Madison's face pressed between her cheeks, her tongue sliding against her closed hole. She relaxed into the feeling, her hands grabbing onto the pillow beneath her head. Madison nudged her legs, pushing her up onto her knees, her face against the pillow.

Madison rimmed her out slowly but thoroughly, her insides clenching around air. She shivered, the feeling delicious as her tongue slipped deeper inside her asshole, her fingers that were on her clit now pulling the hood up exposing her. She groaned when she felt her tongue stab deeper, her fingers sliding into her. Instead of clenching, she felt her body give in to being taken, her vagina opening to allow her deeper access. "Do you want me inside that beautiful ass of yours?" Madison whispered behind her. She let out a breath, her back moving with her mouth. "Yes," she let out.

Madison continued her minstrations, making her feel incredible and she started to turn her head to look at her when Madison pulled her fingers out wetly. She watched her as she got off the bed and went to the dresser. She opened the top drawer and pulled out a toy. She felt her breath leave her. She couldn't even remember the last time she had been taken in the ass. A long long time. And the idea turned her on completely.

Madison brought the toy and some lubricant back with her, settling behind her. She lubed the slim dildo, then her mouth was on her again. She groaned, her ass sensitive as all hell, her vagina clenching again. "Relax, baby," Madison whispered and she felt the toy press against her gently. She pressed her face into the pillow deep, her hands clenching and Madison spread her wider, inching the toy in slowly. She lost her breath, the feeling almost too much.

Madison stopped pushing, her hand going under her to rub on her clit. She felt her walls contracting and pleasure pushed through her. Madison started to fuck her slowly, her groin pressed against the bottom of her ass, the toy sliding in deeper and deeper with each pass. She pushed herself up onto all fours, her ass pushing back into her as she gave up any fight she might have had about prolonging the inevitable.

Madison's thumb pressed into her vagina, her index finger on the knot between her legs and she felt her completely slide into her ass. She cried out softly, her eyes slamming shut as Madison pumped into her, faster, deeper, until she knew nothing but the toy and her hands, her swollen breasts dragging across the sheets.

She felt the orgasm only a second before it screamed through her body and she fell onto the bed, Madison following her, sinking deep and she bit the pillow, the climax continuing into another one almost effortlessly. Shit. Madison moved her body over the sheets, fucking her strongly. In command. And she shuddered, her ass and pussy clenching uncontrollably in time with her thrusts.

Madison's mouth on her back and neck finally? calmed her, her actions slowing until she stopped completely. She felt satiated, taken...and fucking good. They lay together silently for a long moment, then Madison gently pulled out of her, making her groan slightly. When she turned, Madison was on her knees behind her, her eyes wide. She looked as slammed as she herself felt.

"Was it good for you?" Cailey asked her out of breath, watching her from her prone position on the bed. "That was a first." "Do you like being in control?" she asked her softly. Madison nodded slowly, "It was like I was watching myself do these things to you, making you feel things. But was it good for you?" Cailey laughed and sat up, bringing her into her arms. "I think you know the answer to that one, Mistress."

Madison let out a startled laugh and Cailey smiled, holding her close. "I didn't know you could...switch...like that." "My mentor taught me that being a very good submissive always makes for a great dominatrix." Madison hesitated, "You were submissive?" Cailey gave her a half-smile. "Still am....once in awhile."

"I love what just happened, how I can make you feel, but.." Madison said softly. "Your need is to lose control but still be taken care of. Mine is to never lose that control and to maintain that carefulness. It works..." she smiled. "Not that I don't want to fuck you when I want," Madison said slowly, her voice lowering. Cailey felt an answering call inside of her and shook her head, "And maybe I'll let you," she grinned and fell back onto the bed, holding her close.

"Come up here. I want that beautiful pussy on my face." Madison bit her lip then slid up her body. She slapped her ass, "Hurry up." Madison groaned, her eyes? filling with need as she looked down at her. Yeah, she was definitely where she was supposed to be. And Madison was about to be. She had been holding out for quite some time and now she knew why. Madison. This would work, they would make it work. And when Madison asked her what was downstairs in the basement, she just smiled and thrust her mouth deeper into her warm body.

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Naughty Anastacia and her Teenage Friend!

Check out these pretty little teen babes! With sexy little asses and perky boobs they had themselves a really good time! First, they started to flirt with each other on the bed before getting really dirty and kissing each other all over! Soon enough they were stripping down into their birthday suits and getting to the real action…Anastacia likes to bring all of her friends around for some fun so you can be you'll see more of her getting naughty with her girlfriends!

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Pantera XXX - Sticky Blowjob and a facial

Pantera XXX Sucking Cock And Getting A Facial

I’m so freaking hungover right now, it isn’t even funny. And what makes it worse is that I’m really horny too. Last night, one of my guy friends had a birthday party at this really chic club. It was a lot of fun and I drank way more than I usually do. Normally, I’ll just have a few drinks but last night I lost count of how many I had. My friend just kept sending drinks my way and since it was his birthday I couldn’t refuse. I remember taking a cab home, I remember walking into my apartment but I totally don’t remember getting in my bed. I even slept naked, I must have been hoping someone would come and wake me up. Anyways, check out these pictures from time when Id did get some action. I gave another one of my guy friends a blowjob he’ll never forget and covered me with his cum. It wasn’t long after that he fucked my brains out. It was hot!

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Movie Gallery From Chunky Club

Danielle's definitely got the juice. This chubby slut has been sucking man meat since she turned eighteen and she was rather slim then. Whether it's true that cum and cock are fattening to ladies, Danielle renders the thought irrelevant with her cock-loving ways.

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Movie Gallery From Femdom Heaven

Why all the charade? Couldn't Lorna just fuck Tom in a broom closet? Well, the asnwer is no, not if Tom wants some other kind of sexual experience... the dominatrix kind. The broom closet just won't do, and Lorna's office doesn't have sound-proofing.

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The Graduate Assistant

Jason was in deep trouble and he knew it, he was on the verge of flunking Economics 1! Jesus Christ, why did he even take this stupid course, it had absolutely nothing to do with his major, and if he didn’t get at least a passing grade, he wouldn’t graduate this spring with his class!
Worse yet, he’d have to stay for the summer session and take it over again, and he had plans to tour Europe with a couple of his buddies as kind of a last fling. Professor Watters was known for his toughness, but Jason figured he didn’t have anything to lose by doing a little begging for his academic life, so he scheduled an appointment with the professor for the following day. Right from the start he could see that coming here had been a big mistake, as Professor Watters was totally unsympathetic to his situation. “Study harder, Mr. Polk, that is the only advice I can give you,” Profesor Watters intoned cryptically, “I’ve never given a grade that a student didn’t deserve, and I most certainly won’t start now!!!” “Good day, Mr. Polk,” he said acidly, “I have a lot of work to do!” Jason dragged himself out of his chair and trudged down the hall, trying in vain to think of a way out of his mess. While walking, a slightly round figure approached him in the hallway, it was Jaime Kurtz, Professor Watters graduate assistant. Always wearing thick glasses, Jaime was the ultimate bookworm, ands at only about five foot two inches tall, her short frame was forced to carry in excess of 185 pounds, so she looked much like a walking bowling ball! Before they passed each other, Jason had a quick brainstorm, and in desperation played his last card, “Jaime, how ya doin” he asked easily, “nice lecture you gave today, I can see why the Professor has put so much faith in you!” Jaime stopped as she neared Jason, and asked eagerly, “Did you really like it, I put a lot of work into that lecture, I hope the students appreciated it!” “Oh, I did,” Jason replied, “it was very good, but there’s just one thing,” and he let his voice trail off. “What’s that” she asked quickly, “if there was something wrong, I could correct it before the next class.” “Oh, no,” he answered smoothly, “it’s just that, well, I just don’t seem to understand the material like I should, do you think that you could maybe give me a little extra help, I mean, I’d pay you for your time!!!” “Oh you don’t have to pay me anything,” she replied excitedly, “that’s what were here for, to help the students!” “Good,” he said, “then it’s settled, let’s get together tonight at your place to go over the parts I’m having trouble with, okay!?!” The meeting was quickly arranged, and Jason was set to meet Jaime Kurtz that evening at her apartment at eight pm.

“Nice apartment,” Jason commented, while sitting down in the living room of Jaime Kurtz. It was apparent from the look on her face, that Jaime was more than a little happy that she had such a handsome young man visiting her. As she was sort of a “plain jane”, she didn’t have much of a social life with the opposite sex, and even if this wasn’t a formal date, she did have Jason Polk in her apartment all to herself! “Now, Jason,” she began, “what seems to be the problem?” “Well, Miss Kurtz,” he replied, “it’s just everything, I just don’t seem to get it!!!” “Please, call me Jaime,” she offered, “let’s find out exactly where you need the most work.” “Okay, Jaime,” he said, while opening up his Econ 1 test book, “why don’t you come over here and we can go over some of this stuff!” Jaime slid onto the couch next to him, and waited until Jason stopped at the chapter on globalization of free trade. Jaime was obviously in her element, because for the next five minutes she talked practically non stop about the interaction of governments and business on a world wide scale. Jason, of course was paying absolutely no attention to any of her gobble-d-gook, and instead during one of her more boring moments, let his arm casually drape around the instructor’s shoulder. She didn’t seem to even notice, but Jason figured it was now or never, so he turned to face her, and shut her up with a hard full kiss on the lips. While she was momentarily stunned, she quickly warmed to the occasion and returned the kiss with her full passion! He pulled away, looked her in the eyes, and lied, “I’ve been thinking about doing that since your first lecture at the beginning of the semester!” “Really,” she asked, “you should have said something a long time ago,” as she then kissed him again, but this time even more passionately! As they kissed, Jason let his hand roam all over Jaime’s breasts, kneading and cupping the big fat udders, making her moan as he tugged on her now distended nipples. “Let’s get out of these clothes,” Jason ordered, and without waiting for an answer, stood up and shed all of this clothing, leaving him standing in front of her totally naked, and with a semi hard erection just inches from her face! He leaned forward just a few inches, and the head of his penis rushed against her moist lips. She let her tongue trace a line all over his knob, and it jumped every time her tongue flicked over it! Finally she opened her mouth and let it slip into her warmth, caressing it like it were a rare piece of china. Her vagina flooded with moisture with the big cock in her mouth, it had been so long since she had done this, and never with a cock as magnificent this!!! Although she was anxious to feel it inside of her pussy, she couldn’t help herself, and soon she had induced a cum flooding orgasm, that filled her mouth with the warm sticky goo. She savored it, swirling it in her mouth until finally swallowing it all down, leaving a warm satisfied feeling in her ample belly!

Jason was surprised at the skill that Jaime had shown at sucking cock, he had figured her for a real neophyte, not a expert on oral love making, and although she had a tubby little body, and she wasn’t the most attractive girl in the world, he had to admit, that that was one of the best blow jobs he had ever had! By now, she scrambling to get off her clothing, and she was pretty hefty, with her massive breasts the dominating feature on her short squat body. Her areolas were huge,
about three inches across, and with fat nubs on the end, that stood out like mini erections. A soft round belly hung around her waist, and over shadowed a large dark vee of pubic hair, that
couldn’t hide the wet slit that drooled her hot pussy juice. Jason for the life of him couldn’t figure it out, but he was getting another erection just looking her, and he realized that he probably wanted her as much as she wanted him!!! “How do you want it,” he whispered to her, while he
twisted her big nipples between his thumb and forefinger? “From the rear,” she answered fiercely, “I want to feel like I’m really being taken against my will!!!” Jason’s pecker jumped, at the thought of ramming her from the back, and he lined up his cock as she settled on the sofa with her big ass in the air, and her legs wide apart exposing her bulging vagina. Jaime’s fur ran all the way to her ass hole, and her slit contrasted a bright pink surrounded by the dark brown bush. Jason let the head of his cock just slip inside of her cunt, and when he was ready, he lunged forward, burying his pecker all the way into her tight vagina. She had a blinding orgasm on the first plunge, her cunt totally unprepared for the vicious assault the hard thick penis was perpetrating on it! In the next two or three minutes, Jaime had at least three stunning climaxes, with perhaps two or three smaller, if no less satisfying cums! On Jaime’s last orgasm, Jason roared out loud as his own climax tore through his loins and exited his penis into her steaming cunt, and together they collapsed in a heap of sweat, fat, and cum!

Jason idly played with Jaime’s nipples and said, “I hope that you can help me with my Econ, cuz you’re my last hope!” With a knowing look she answered, “I don’t think you’ll have any trouble, but it’s going to take a lot more private sessions to make sure you know the material!” “Do you think you’ll have time for me,” he said half mockingly?!? She smirked a little, leaned over and kissed his pecker, and replied, “I’ll make time!!!”

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Celebrating The Sale

I was sitting in the hotel bar, just aching for something, or someone, to do. My meetings were over, and my flight left the next afternoon. I had one last night to live it up, to let my hair down and get wild. I’d just closed a two million dollar sales contract, and I wanted to live it up before I had to go back to home and husband. I was horny, on edge, and raring to go.

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The bartender brought my drink: a cool vodka tonic, Grey Goose vodka, double lime. I sipped it slowly, not wanting to get too drunk too quickly. I eyed the other people in the bar: mostly middle-aged business men, almost all overweight. Any of whom who would kill to get in my pants. They were boring me. Not exciting enough. I finished my drink and called the bartender over.

“Another?” he asked.

I nodded. “Hey,” I said as he poured my drink. “This place is dead. Where’s a good place to go?”

He finished making my tonic and placed it in front of me, resting it on a small blue cocktail napkin. I took a small sip.

“Guess it depends on what you’re looking for,” he replied.

Anyplace would have been better. “Someplace loud,” I said. Someplace with young cock that wouldn’t mind some thirty-two year old cunt.

He eyed me. “Tell you what, I get off in about ten minutes. How about you and me go to a place I know?”

I sized him up. He was shorter than I like, but he had an alright face. And bartenders are usually good in bed. “Ok,” I said. “My name’s Kelley.”

He shook my hand. “Justin.”

Twenty minutes later we were in front of a bar around the corner from the hotel. Loud distorted music could be heard from inside. A large man, lip pierced and arms tattooed sat on a stool out front. We walked up and the bouncer greeted Justin by name. We went in and the music assaulted me, pounding through my body and brain. The bartender was a tall man. His dreadlocks came down over his shoulders and were dyed a bright red. His fingernails were painted black and his ears and lip were pierced. He had tattoos all over. I swear he looked like the devil himself. Quite a far cry from the businessmen slowly getting drunk back at the hotel.

Everyone else at the bar was similarly tattooed and pierced. “Drunks serving drunks” a sign read over the bar, and I could believe it. This was certainly the place for me.

Justin and I got a seat at the bar. Before long Justin introduced me to his friend, Nick. Nick was a tall guy of about twenty-two. He had bright red hair, cropped short. He was wearing a black t-shirt that read “Satan is Love.” But what got me is that he was also wearing a pair of leather wrist restraints, bound tightly around his arms. His ears were pierced, as was his eyebrow. He was cute, in that bad-boy punk kind of way. I was wet in my pants just thinking about bedding him.

We drank together for about an hour when I suggested that the three of us go back to my hotel room. They immediately agreed, although Justin said he’d have to sneak in. Socializing with the guests of the hotel could get him fired.

Before long we were all back in my suite. I was sitting on the couch, drinking some liquor from the mini bar. Justin and Nick sat down on either side of me. I kissed each of them, making sure that I slipped them my tongue. Reaching out, I put both of my hands in their crotches. I was happy to find that both had substantial bulges waiting for me. We continued kissing and I fumbled with their pants, undoing their belts and unzipping them. Before long they both got the picture and stripped down. I stared at both hardons, soaking my panties. I was going to get fucked properly, and I couldn’t wait.

I got down on my knees in front of Justin and started sucking him off. His cock was nice and hard and fit in my mouth perfectly. I swirled my tongue around the head before taking him down my throat. Nick felt a little left out and decided to take matters into his own hands. That is, he decided to take my sopping pussy in his hands. He got down on the carpet behind me and pulled my panties off. Leaning over, he put his head between my legs, running his tongue all over my pussy. Up and down my crease he went before moving up to suck on my anus.

My head was bobbing up and down on Justin’s shaft as Nick licked and sucked at my asshole and cunt. I don’t remember ever being as turned on, as deliciously out of control as I was with these two men, one fucking my face and the other sucking my horny clit. I wanted them to use me as their fuck toy. I wanted them to fuck me, over and over, to pound into my cunt until they filled me with their cum, and then to do it all again. I lived only for my cunt.

Nick stopped licking my pussy and knelt up behind me. I pulled my mouth away from Justin’s cock. “Do it,” I said back to him. “Put your cock in me.”

I felt his cock probing around my hole, so I reached between my legs to guide it home. He slid in easily and I pushed my hips back against him. He filled me completely, just like I needed. “Fuck that pussy hard,” I grunted back at him before turning back to Justin’s dick. I took it back in my mouth as Nick started pounding into me from behind.

It didn’t take long for Justin and Nick to match rhythms. I was their fuck sandwich: as Justin thrust forward into my mouth, Nick was pulling out of my pussy. When Nick plunged deep into my velvet hole, Justin pulled back. Back and forth the three of us rocked. I felt nothing but pleasure.

Justin’s thrusting became more pronounced and suddenly he was shooting his cum down my throat. I swallowed every drop like a greedy little girl. His dick throbbed and pulsed in my mouth as he came. And when he was finished, I kept my lips wrapped around his lovely prick while Nick continued fucking me doggie-style. After only a few minutes he shot his load deep into my cunt, coating my insides with his warm cum.

We took a breather and moved onto the bed. Before the night was out, I’d been fucked and used in every way possible. I even had Justin in my cunt as Nick fucked my tiny asshole. By the time the two of them left, I my entire body was worn, sore and satisfied. I’m sure I was walking funny when I met my husband at the airport the next afternoon. I blamed it on the cramped seating on the plane and he never suspected at all what happened.

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Movie Gallery From Asian Cunts

I always get blown away by just how nasty some bitches can be with each other. These two get downright savage as they toy and fuck and those big dildos and the strap on get a crazy work-out as these two ream each other like wild animals

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Movie Gallery From Oral Bangers

As you can see, money talks when it comes to getting your cock sucked. If you can afford to pay for it then it doesn’t matter how old, ugly or fat you might be because you will always find a sexy whore who’ll take your cash and your cum

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Movie Gallery From Only Hardcore

Keiko has a tiny pussy but she loves big black dongs. Every time this sexy Asian fucks, she has her guy worried about the condition of her tiny cunt. Will it rip? Keiko doesn't care.

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Brunette teen shows her panties

This cute teen girl in the lime green panties and soft green top just recently turned 18 and wanted to show off her body in front of the cameras. She didn’t expect to get so incredibly turned on by it that she would have to start touching her body and then rubbing her tiny little clit until her pussy tightened up and she had a nice orgasm. It is adorable how she tries to muffle the sound she makes as she cums because she is so shy. And check out her nipples, one look at those and you will be very hungry for a taste.

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September Scott - Football!

September Scott Sucking Cock

Believe it or not guys I love football! I’m about to go over to my boyfriends apartment to watch a couple of today’s games. And while I love watching the games, some times I find myself getting bored, well distracted if my favorite teams aren’t playing. There’s times that I just start thinking about sex. Last weekend, I couldn’t control myself. I just got sooooo horny. I wanted to have sex, but my boyfriend was so into the game I decided to give him something else. I think I surprised him when I got on my hands and knees, unzipped his jeans and started to give him a blowjob. He didn’t complain though, he tried to keep paying attention to the game but I made it as hard as possible.

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Anyways, time for me to finish getting ready. It looks like I’m going to be late because the first game is about to start.

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Movie Gallery From Fuck Party

Three is a magic number. Or in this case, a BLACK magic number! These studs are in line like a night train ready to plow her one at a time! When she reveals that she'd rather get fucked by them all at once, these steel-hard black studs were more than willing to make her wildest dreams come true!

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Pantera XXX - Hot Modeling

Pantera XXX - Modeling Pictures

I’m so freakin tired it isn’t even funny. I just got home from an all day modeling shoot. It literally lasted from six this morning when the sun came up to seven this evening when the sun started to go down. I know I can’t complain too much, there’s a lot worse jobs, but believe it or not modeling can actually be a lot work. Especially when it’s all freakin day shoot. Did I mention that it lasted all day long. Normally, the shoots last anywhere from an hour to six hours. My body is literally sore from all the positions I posed in. My legs hurt and even my back hurts.

Anyways, please make my day and join my website tonight. See all the pictures and videos I work so hard for, making sure you have something sexy to look out. It’s a rough job but someone has to do it!

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TEASE ME

“Vance, stop that,” Jeanne admonished her husband, “the children will hear us!!!” “Stop what,” he teased, while continuing to ram his index finger in and out of his wife’s fat pussy!!!
“That,” she said in an exasperated voice, “you know that in another minute I’ll be climbing the walls and begging you to fuck me!!!” He laughed an evil chuckle and replied, “That my dear, is just what I had in mind,” while all the time twisting his finger harder and harder in her molten crack!!! “Ohhhhhhh,” she sighed, “that feels so good, you know how much I love getting fingered!!!” “It’s your own fault,” he retorted, “if you wouldn’t wear those low cut bras and bikini panties I could probably control myself!!!”

It was a game they played almost every night, Jeanne would purposely undress next to the bed so her husband Vance would get and eyeful of tits and ass, and invariably, he couldn’t resist the temptation, and like Pavlov’s dog, she had him conditioned to use his fingers on her very hairy pussy!!! If there was one thing that turned her on, it was having a man stick his hand inside of her panties and feel her up!!! Maybe it was from when she was in high school and getting felt up was about as far as you went, but for whatever the reason, having a man’s hand inside of her panties and just probing around was the ultimate turn on for her!!! The big difference between high school and now, however, was that when she got hot enough, she could climb on top of Vance’s eight inches and just let it sink into slowly inch by inch until she was consumed by a blinding orgasm, and even though they were almost forty, they still did “it” about as often as a couple of teenagers!!!

“Are you hard yet,” she gasped, as his fingers brushed over the glans of her erect little clitoris!?!
“What do you think,” he whispered, while throwing back the covers to expose his fully erect penis to his turned on wife!?! “Oh, jesus,” she moaned when she saw it, it’s always hard, you never let me down, I can’t believe how you can do that every night for me, I’m such a bad girl!!!” “Mmmmm, you are a bad girl,” he playfully admonished her, “but sometimes it feels good to be bad, right!?!” “You’re teasing me, now” she panted, “I’m gonna get on now, okay!?!” Making a move to climb on top of him, with his insistent finger was still up her pussy holding her in place next to the bed he said innocently, “Come on now, Jeanne, really now, you don’t seem that turned on to me!!!” “Don’t fuck around,” she begged, “p-please let me have it!!!” “Such language,” he said while shaking his head from side to side, “maybe I should make you wait until tomorrow night!!!” “Y-you can’t do that,” she stammered as he gave her three or four quick strokes in succession, “it’s my cock, and if I want it you have to give it to me!!!” “Maybe,” he teased, but you have to take off your panties, do you think you can do that for me?!?” Jeanne didn’t even answer, she just grabbed her panties with each hand and gave a hard jerk, tearing them away from her pussy and leaving her naked below the waist! “My, my,” he replied, “I do believe little Jeanne is getting anxious!!!” Now almost beside herself with lust, the hot pussied bitch pulled away from her tormentor and quick as a cat hopped up and with one fluid motion, grabbed his cock and guided it into her steaming cunt!!! “Oooomph,” she sighed as all eight inches slid smoothly inside of her, “oh, how I needed to be filled up!!!”

“Jeanne,” he asked his wife, “do you love my pecker?!? “Oh, yes,” she stammered while sliding up and down on his fuck pole, “I love your prick more than anything in the whole world!!!” Would you do me a favor, please,” he asked?!? “Anything,” she gasped, “anything, just don’t take it away from me, please!!!” “Oh, I don’t have any plans to take it away from you, but if you would, could you please take off your bra so I can suck on your nipples!?!” “Oh, jesus,” she moaned while reaching around to unhook her bra, “I almost forgot, I’m so sorry, here they are, honey, suck them for me, please!!!” Vance looked on as his bouncing wife reached around her back, and with one practiced hand, deftly unhooked the D-cup monster and let it fall easily from her shoulders!!! Now it was his turn to moan, as the twin globes of perfectly formed female flesh sagged heavily towards his open mouth!!! “Mmmmmm, ohhhhhh, yeah, that’s it,” she panted, while guiding a turgid nipple to his sucking mouth, “that’s it, baby, nurse on mommy’s big nipple,
oh yessssssss, mommy loves it when her big baby suckles on her chest!!! And she did, too, because like a lightning rod directs the current into the ground, Jeanne’s nipples directed the “current” directly to her throbbing clit!!!

Vance alternated his tongue from one nipple to the other, sometimes sucking and other times just licking, but his lips were always in contact with one of Jeanne’s big nipples!!! Jeanne had always been attracted to “tit men”, probably because with a chest her size, men who loved busty women just naturally flocked to her, hoping against all hope of getting a chance to see and taste what was filling out that bra so fully!!! The first time Vance got his hands on them, Jeanne was sure that she was going to have to pry his mouth off with pliers he was so enamored with them!!! It was the ultimate compliment, really, a man so in love with her chest that when ever they were together he spent at least half the evening with his head in her lap nursing on her!!! They were made for each other, really, in that both of them had enormous appetites for long sessions of non stop sex!!! Many a time when they were traveling in the car, Jeanne would put her head in Vance’s lap and suck him to completion, while on the other hand, Vance would take his hand, stick it inside of her panties, and finger her for hours on end, the result always being the same, his wife having an orgasm that would almost shake the car!!!

It was always fun, however, they always made it like it was a little game, Vance would tease her until she couldn’t stand it anymore, and then, of course, he would relent and give her what she wanted, his hard erection in her pussy!!! She on the other hand, knew exactly how much he needed to be at her breast, and so always made a big thing out of displaying her chest to turn him on to the maximum!!! Once she had his cock in her pussy and he had her nipples in his mouth, it was just a matter of time until their orgasms collided together inside of Jeanne’s very wet vagina!!! Now bouncing up and down on his shaft like it was a pogo stick, Jeanne was getting the boning she needed to push her over the edge!!! “Boning,” she thought to herself, “that sounds so sexy, I have his big bone in my pussy and he’s fucking me to death with it, ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, baby,” she moaned, ” I’m going over the edge, I’m cummmmmmmmmmmmmming!!!” Hearing and feeling his wife climax, Vance tried desperately to suck her nipples all of the way into his mouth, just as his pecker stiffened and ejaculated another huge load into his wife’s ravenous vagina!!!

Jeanne collapsed forward onto Vance’s chest with his now deflating pecker still in her well fucked pussy, and sighed, “God, I just love it when you bone me like that, you are such a stud for me!!!” Caressing his wife’s cheek he replied, “And I always will be, you can count on it!!!” Just then from the other room a small voice called out, “Mommy, I heard a noise, I’m scared!!!” Both
Jeanne and Vance just looked at each other and laughed!

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Pregna Hoes - Horny Preggers

Check out this pregna hoe in action, getting her cunt pounded from behind. You think that seven months pregnant she’d start to slow down, but here she is fucking some guy she just met. This slut, thought she was in love, she let her boyfriend come in her. No, surprise when she got knocked up but she was definitely surprised when he ran out on her. Now, she’s got a craving for cock that she just can’t satisfy. She’s been fucking guys left and right and she still wants more. Click here to see the video clips of this horny pregger.

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The Entrepreneur

A young man ran between two hotel wings, sprinted
around a corner and hurried from shadow to shadow with a large
cardboard box in his hands. Stopping and checking his
surroundings, his attention was captured by a man and woman
making love in the room where he’d stopped. He crept close and
looked into an open area of the window. The man was huge,
frightening. He held the feet of a teenager, while pumping his
huge cock into her ass. She twisted and cried beneath him.
The young man licked his lips, looked around at the
nearly empty hotel, then sprinted to a lighted set of stairs at
the far end of the hotel. The stairs were metal with concrete
treads filing the metal i-beams.
Lights outlined the hotel as a car turned into the
parking lot and made it’s way to the hotel’s front office.
Sean Curtis jerked back into the shadows beneath
the stairs and waited until the car was out of sight. He took a
deep breath, then continued experimenting with the camera in
different areas. The stairs had built-in lights, to light metal
rungs at night. He found that the camera could be placed between
two of them, to give him a lighted view beneath any dress. The
rungs were narrow enough that he could aim the camera up the
stairs.

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He looked around nervously, then took a
rechargeable drill from the cardboard box. He glanced around one
more time, then held the drill against the metal stairs and began
drilling. He held his breath at the racket he created, then gave
a sigh of relief when the drill punched through the heavy metal.
In another minute he had a second hole drilled. He licked his
lips and dropped the drill into the box.
Taking a rag out of the box he dusted the metal
fragments away. He took a metal strap and bolt out of the box,
slid the bolt through the strap, and threaded it into the hole.
He drew out a video camera, slid it into the metal band, and
tightened it into place. Next he took an outlandish contraption
and positioned it against the on/off switch on the camera. He
tightened that down with a second steal band. Looking happily at
his handiwork, he checked the camera’s alignment once more, then
tossed his tools into the box. With a last glance around, he
hurried into the woods and followed a creek bed to his house,
directly across a wooden security fence. He stowed the box in
the garage, went inside, and hurried up to the second floor. He
listened to make sure his mother and sisters were asleep, then
ran to his bedroom and looked through the window at the hotel
stairs.
He took a remote control, once used on a long-
forgotten toy, and clicked the switch experimentally. If it had
the range, he had just switched the camera on and back off. The
button-pushing servo should have enough range. He just had to
hope that it did, he was too tired to go back and find out.
Sean pulled the end of the bed over to his window,
laid on the bed, and waited. When he saw shadows approaching the
stairs, he quickly clicked the remote. A man and woman went up
the stairs. As they disappeared he clicked the remote again. If
everything was working properly, he had just filmed his first
upskirt.

Sean already had his mother and sisters on the
tape. No nudity, just panties. But even those were exciting.
Franks said film everybody, then hire a couple of girls to sign
bogus release forms. It was a cinch, everybody did it, and he’d
done it many times himself. Sean would get a lot of money for
his tape, Frank said. Sean didn’t realize that if it was so
easy, Frank would be rich. He wasn’t.
Taking into account that Frank was a natural born
liar, but Sean’s friend, he remained hopeful. Sometimes Frank
did know all the angles, since he was much older than Sean.
Sometimes he was full of shit. Now, as Sean watched the second
girl approach the stairs, he simply wanted to see the tape. He
would worry about selling it later. The thought of what the tape
might contain was making him horny.
Sean had never heard of upskirts until Frank spoke
of them. He didn’t know the word voyeur, until he heard it given
to a peeping Tom. Sean had been a voyeur for years, and didn’t
know it. He called it spying. He had a whole assortment of
mirrors, periscopes, drills, and entry door viewers, in his
secret box. Now he added the family video camera to his arsenal
of weapons. If somebody spotted it and took or destroyed it, he
was dead.
Sean waited for two more women to go up the stairs,
before he simply left the camera on and went to sleep. He would
sneak over and change tapes in the morning.

Shaking with nervousness, breathless, and excited,
Sean slid back in the chair and held the VCR remote before him.
He whispered a silent prayer, then pressed the play button. The
first skirt swept over the lens immediately. The vibration from
their feet distorted it for a moment, then it cleared to show a
shapely ass in white panties, showing intermittently, as her
skirt waved behind her.
“Oh fuck!” Sean howled in delight, pounding on the
arm of his chair.
“Sean, are you swearing,” a distant female voice
asked.
“No mom,” he called. He reversed the tape and
paused it, with a perfect view of a flawless ass. He couldn’t
see the face, but it didn’t matter. He could tell from behind
that she was a young, beautiful woman. She had slender legs and
a fantastic figure. That was all that counted.
“Oh, you sweet little mother,” he whispered in
appreciation. He continued the tape. He was disappointed that
the next two women wore levis. The third wore a long, sweeping
dress which totally obscured the light. He could see nothing.
That was the last of the upskirts he had taken, now it was time
to fast-forward and see what the unaided camera had done. He
pressed the button. He was momentarily hopeful when two feet
appeared on the screen, but it was a pair of guys. He continued
his search until bare ankles stepped over the lens. He watched
hopefully as the legs lengthened, as they marched away from the
lens. In a moment he paused the camera on his second good
upskirt. It was a woman with long, slender legs, a short blue
skirt, and yellow panties. He had never seen yellow panties
before. They glowed in the light of the stairs, brighter as they
passed a light, then diminishing as they receded. He paused the
tape again, breathing hard as he stared at the sweet ass before
him. She was perfect, he thought, looking up and down the length
of her slender legs. He could almost feel the firm ass between
his hands.
Clicking his tongue in appreciation, he again fast-
forwarded the tape to the end. She had been his last upskirt.
Now he needed to bring the family VCR up to his room, combine it
with his VCR and make a short, perfect tape from his clips.
Combined with the one he had taken of his mother,
while washing dishes, and sisters sitting around in their bathing
suits, he would have a very good beginning. He would have to
show it to Frank.
In the meantime, Sean reversed the tape to the
yellow panties. He paused the tape and rested his chin in his
hands. She was so perfect, he thought to himself. How did it
feel to be so sexy, so damned beautiful? Would she be excited to
know that men were looking up her skirt? Would she someday see
the pictures on the internet?

Sean felt his cock throbbing in his pants. He
stood and hurried to the door, locked it, then turned the tv so
he could see it from the bed. He took a white sock out of his
drawer, and took it back to the bed. He stripped quickly,
bouncing on the bed, turning this way and that until he lay
naked. He rolled the sock down over his cock and began stroking
it slowly. A blissful look crossed his face. He looked at the
shimmering picture of the yellow panties and perfect ass, while
picturing his face touching that ass, his hands sliding beneath
the panties and touching her wet pussy.
Breathing hard, Sean stroked his cock furiously.
He closed his eyes and imagined all sorts of shapely asses. By
standing beneath a metal grill in a sidewalk he could look right
up beneath those beautiful skirts which he saw constantly
downtown. In a stairwell, he could watch them climb the stairs,
as the camera had only hours before.
Fire brewed in his balls. He clenched his teeth
and worked his hand furiously up and down the length of his cock.
With a moan, he began shooting cum into the white sock. He
moaned loudly, with his eyes riveted to the tv screen. He
relaxed, allowing the sock to fall gently to his stomach. He
gave the yellow pantied ass a fond smile, then frowned as the VCR
automatically cut off. He had left it on pause too long. It
didn’t matter, he was done. And he would have a lot more in the
future. It was too bad that he couldn’t see the woman’s face.
On the other hand he could put any face to that shapely ass.

Three consecutive nights netted Sean many more
upskirts to add to his tapes. As night after night wore on, he
began to hate women who work jeans. They ruined his upskirt
tapes and the world was full of them. On Saturday he stayed up
until three AM and completed his first tape. He had netted 37
upskirts on that very night. A group of high school kids had
held a party and run up and down the stairs all night long, in
assorted forms of dress. Sean was thrilled. He called Frank,
the first thing Sunday morning. Frank promised to bring two
girls to sign bogus release forms, but his tone hinted at much
more.
Sean paced the house, waiting for Frank and his
friends to show. He gasped as the grandfather clock began
banging away, proclaiming that it was noon. Sean had the house
to himself, his mother and sisters had gone to their
grandmother’s house and left him all alone. He faked an illness,
otherwise she would have swept him out of the house as well.
Sean waited breathlessly. Frank knew some real hotties. Who
would he bring? Sean couldn’t wait to find out.
Gravel grated on the driveway. He ran to the front
window and looked out to see Frank’s red convertible. Sean
swivelled around, following the car to the next series of windows
until he saw the girls. They were old, at least 20, maybe even
25. He was stunned. How had Frank managed to get ahold of such
fabulous girls?
“Oh fuck,” Sean gasped, looking around the room in
haste. He needed refreshments, grownup stuff. His father
visited occasionally and had some beer, which he bought at price
club by the case, and stored in the garage. He need to put some
in the refrigerator.
He finished just as Frank approached the front
door. As usual, he stepped inside without knocking. He waved a
black briefcase, then turned and ushered the girls inside.

“There he is, our future entrepreneur,” Frank
called in a loud voice. “Sean, this is Cindy and Jan, he pointed
at the two beautiful girls.
“H… hi,” Sean gulped, motioning them toward the
couch.
“No, up to your bedroom,” Frank said agreeably.
“Let’s see the tape.”
“I… Oh,” Sean said.
“Hey, what’s the matter?” Frank asked, putting an
arm across Sean’s shoulders.
“You brought beautiful women here,” Sean whispered.
“They make me nervous.”
“Them!” he said loudly with a laugh. “They ain’t
women, they’re whores,” he laughed, slapping Sean on the
back.
“Hey, Frankie, I take exception to that,” Cindy
howled.
“Take whatever you want, sweet-cheeks. Get your
ass upstairs and start earning your money,” Frank laughed.

“H… how?” Sean asked.
“How what?”
“How are they going to earn their money?”
“By signing release forms, kid,” he said, tapping
his briefcase. “You can’t have a movie without the proper
release forms. Every professional on earth get’s them like this.
You didn’t think they really run down everyone on film and make
them sign one, did you?”
“Well, yeah.” Sean couldn’t tell if he was lying
or not. Frank lied well.
“Ok, picture this. Some old broad goes into a gas
station bathroom and takes a crap. Some pervert films it and
chases her down as she leaves, yelling “hey lady could you sign
this.” What do you think, plausible? Hell, there wouldn’t be
any movies,” Frank chuckled, pushing Sean up the stairs behind
the women.
Sean stared at the beautiful legs treading the
stairs before him. Jan was his favorite. Cindy seemed like a
gum popping, street corner whore. Jan had class. She also had a
red leather skirt that came up past her knees, with the longest
pair of legs he’d ever seen. They were flawless. By bending
down a little he could even see beneath their skirts and get a
personal upskirt shot. He did and Frank laughed, pushing him
toward the sweet ass he was surveying. He fell into Jan. Jan
turned and giggled. “What a naughty boy,” she said with a
thrilling English accent.
“Oh God,” Sean moaned. His cock was as hard as
rock and he knew exactly where he wanted to plant it. Up Jan’s
sweet ass.
“Ok, girls, take turns,” Frank said, opening his
briefcase and giving each girl half the forms. He closed the
briefcase and placed it on Jan’s lap. She was sitting on Sean’s
bed, with her long legs hanging over the footboard. Sean was
mesmerized. He had never seen so much beautiful female flesh in
is entire life.

Cindy took a seat at the desk and stared at the
blank tv screen, waiting. Frank spread a few forms out in front
of her and handed her the pen.
“Hit it, Sean,” Frank called, sitting on the bed
beside Jan. Sean was a little angry, he had wanted the spot
beside Jan. Frank leaned close and kissed Jan’s ear. Sean took
the remote and started the tape.
“Oh wow, what an ass,” Frank howled in
appreciation.
“That’s my mom,” Sean said resentfully. Only Jan
seemed to notice.
“You take her,” Frank nudged Jan’s elbow. Jan
wrote a brief description of the scene, then signed the form.
Sean couldn’t help but be turned on, with three strangers
watching his mother’s ass as she worked. It was exciting, he
reluctantly admitted. Jan seemed speechless. Her eyes were
glued to the screen.
“Very nice,” she whispered.
“I’d eat it,” Cindy said, sitting back and kicking
a leg over her knee. Sean suddenly realized that it was a
mistake to film his mother. If he couldn’t stand how these three
people treated his tape, how would he feel when thousands viewed
it. Old men masturbating, lesbians ogling…
“Oh fuck, check that out!” Frank howled.
“Those are my sisters,” Sean said in growing
anger.

“I need to get to know them better,” Frank said,
nudging Jan again. Jan didn’t comment, she was staring at
Sean.
“I’ve got the red bathing suit,” Cindy called,
scribbling quickly.
“I’ll take the cute girl in the yellow,” Jan said.
She scribbled briefly, then added the form to the bottom of the
pile. With a great deal of relief, Sean watched the scene turn
to the first girl at the hotel. He felt his cock throbbing, as
he watched the sweet ass treading the stairs.
“I like that,” Cindy said as she wrote.
“Very nice,” Jan nodded.
“Good photography, kid. It makes all the
difference.”
“It’s obvious that this was filmed with a home
camera,” Jan said in her amazing accent. “That will increase the
value immensely. There are too many fake upskirts out there.
People can tell the difference.”
“There’s yours,” Frank pointed at the screen, then
leaned forward to kiss Jan’s neck. Sean wanted to scream at them
to leave. Cindy was nice, but Frank was hitting on the girl Sean
wanted. He felt betrayed.
“I… I don’t think I want to do this,” Sean said
hesitantly.

“What?” Frank roared. “Hey kid, I own these girls
until three. Do you have any idea how much that costs?”

“No, but it’s my tape,” he said, looking at Jan
defensively.
“I’ll tell you what, kid, yo