One of my favorite parts about summer is when the local pool opens up for the season. I love to just lounge by the water in the smallest bathing suit I think I can possibly get away with, and just enjoy the lustful looks from all the guys, and the jealous ones from all the girls. But one of my favorite activities? Sneaking in after the pool has closed and going skinny dipping. I love the feeling of the water against my bare skin, and knowing that I’m essentially naked in public. Makes my pussy wetter than the pool!
One night, I was doing just that, when I saw a flashlight flicking around the perimeter fence. It seemed that a security guard was prowling around, and here I was, naked and my clothes were on the other side of the pool! I could only hope that he didn’t see me, but of course he did. And he didn’t look too happy to see someone in after the pool had closed. At least until I came out of the water, and he saw just who it was. And without a word, I was down on my knees in front of him, unzipping his pants, fishing out his cock. Hey, it had gotten me out of speeding tickets before; why not skinny dipping after dark? And oh, my, what a cock it was! Nice and thick, and long, too. I got to show him just what I could do with it, and what all that time in the pool holding my breath had taught me. I swallowed him down to the base and just held there, my throat tugging on him, trying to swallow him down. I must have held there for a solid thirty seconds before I had to come up for air, and then it was right back down again. On the third time, he held my head against his crotch and grunted loudly, shooting his load down my throat and straight into my stomach. I dove right back into the water, intent on enjoying my swim. But when I finally came out of the pool, he had stolen my clothes! I smiled at the thought, and relished the chance to try to sneak home in the buff. Maybe someone else would try to stop me.
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Date night is a very important night, I think. The most important night of all. When a girl gets to look good, and please her man, preparation is everything. First, a long, hot bath, to get nice and relaxed. And, of course, shaving. Under the arms, the legs, and the crotch. I have got to be nice and smooth for a nice, sexy man. After all, this date could end up getting rather physical, and being nice and smooth all over is very important. Men like a girl who is smooth and soft.
After that, hair is important, even if it is going to get all messy later, when things wind up in the bedroom. They always say “bedroom eyes”, but I think that “bedroom hair” is better. “JBF Hair”, we called it growing up. “Just Been Fucked”. All messy and tousled, from when he’s been pulling on it, from when he switches positions. But still, hair has to be perfect before the date, all perfectly coifed and styled.
Then, makeup. Oh, there’s so much makeup, so many ways to look sexy for a man. Mascara and eyeliner, to give that perfect doe-eyed look (and looking so sexy when it’s runny, from giving a deep, sloppy blowjob); lipstick, lips so perfectly painted and kissable (which will also look good wrapped around a cock!); eyeshadow and blush, to add a bit of mystery to the whole look. And nails, both fingers and toes, trimmed, filed, and painted. So dainty, so delicate, so perfect to dig into his back during sex.
Then it’s time to get dressed. Sheer, silken stockings, rolled up smooth, tanned legs; a pair of scandalously-small panties, to frame a lovely, fuckable ass; and, of course, the quintessential “little black dress”. A pair of nice, strappy high heels, and… perfect. And there’s a knock on the door; that must be him.
Go ahead, sweetie. Look at yourself in the mirror. Look how pretty you look for your date. You almost look like a real girl. You’re not a real man, so you’d better at least pretend to be a girl. He’s going to be using you like one, that’s for sure. I’m sure you two will have lots of fun on your “date”.
I went out with a new guy last night. It was really… nice. He was a nice guy. Too nice. I can’t say that I wasn’t having a good time. He was very charming, just not my type.. or so I thought. When he walked me to the door, I leaned forward to give him a little peck on the cheek. As my face got closer, I felt his hand grab a handful of my hair and twist my head back. My mouth was filled with his tongue as he gave me a hard kiss. I was too shocked to say much and he took advantage of that, letting his tongue sink in again and again. I forgot all about the man I had earlier placed in the “friend zone” and began to turn myself over to this delicious dom. He pulled away from my mouth and said, “Unless you want me to fuck you right here at the front door, you’ll get in the fucking house.” He didn’t have to tell me twice. I fumbled the door open and walked ahead of him toward the bedroom. He wasn’t having that. He grabbed my arm and twisted until I was on my knees. He took his belt off and bound my arms behind my back. His cock went down my throat and I struggled to take it all. I choked and gagged on that massive dick, having no choice but take it. He pulled me up by my shoulders and pushed me against the front door. He pushed my dress up and put his hand down the back of my panties, plunging three fingers in deep. He finger fucked my already soaked pussy until my juices began to run down my thighs. When I was wet enough for him, he ripped my panties off and gave my cunt a good slap. His forearm went to the back of my neck and his dick went in balls deep. He pounded me harder than I had ever been pounded before. My arms were tied behind me, my face was pressed hard into the door and my legs were shaking in my 6 inch heels. The only thing I could do was cum. I felt him pull away and his hands pressed on my shoulders until I was on my knees again. He ripped the front of my dress open, exposing my tits. He stroked his cock until my tits were covered in his sticky cum. He leaned forward and kissed me again. “Don’t get comfortable, I’m far from finished with you…”
I always get so excited when I see moving vans in my neighborhood. I was glued to my window all day yesterday to see who was moving in next door. I definitely was in for a treat! Tall, dark and handsome.. just my type. I watched to see what all came from the truck. I couldn’t see any indication that there was a woman in his bed. We would have to fix that. I quickly whipped up some cookies and put on a sexy little sundress to go greet my new neighbor. I knew I had to get a jump on the single mothers on the block. When I went outside, I could see some already making their way over. As soon as they saw me, they turned around and went right back into their house. They knew as soon they seen me that their chances with the new stud had gone out the window. I knocked on the door and loved the look that came into his eyes as he answered. Instant lust. Perfect. He invited me in, his eyes all over me. I tossed the plate of cookies on his kitchen table and turned to him. I smiled and asked where the bedroom was. No need beating around the bush. His cock was already straining against the front of his jeans. He knew when he invited me in that this is what was going to happen. He grabbed me around the waist and threw me over his shoulder. I giggled as he ran up the stairs and dumped me on his bed. I don’t know if he thought I was going to change my mind or what, but he was nearly naked before I even hit the mattress. I spent the rest of the afternoon welcoming him to the neighborhood. There wasn’t one part of his body that my tongue hadn’t tasted and vise versa. After hours of fucking, we made our way downstairs to the cookies I had brought. He bit into one and laughed. “Your cookies are terrible….” His hands grabbed my tits. “… but other parts are delicious.”
I’ve been having some naughty role-play fun with one of my callers! Every time we talk, we add a little more to the story. He’s my older married boss and I’m his young, newlywed admin. My husband isn’t working and I need extra money to support us. Being the kind boss that he is, he offers me a deal.. I get a raise if I agree to fuck him. I don’t know what to say or do at first, but after awhile, I agree to his terms. He tells me that I’m not only going to fuck him, I’m going to be his personal whore. I have to dress like a whore for him.. something low cut on top that shows off my big tits and short in the back. He takes me to dinner like that, pushing my limits, making me expose myself to him out in public. It makes my pussy so wet, acting like a slut for him. When he takes me upstairs to his hotel room, he makes me strip for him. He wants to fuck me in the little G-string he demands I wear. He doesn’t fuck me like my husband does, it’s hard, wild, animal fucking. He makes me earn every dollar he gives me with each hard thrust of his big cock. It always end with us cumming together on the phone. I always get so excited to see what happens next in our sexy story.
I recently had to travel for work. Everything was short notice, which was totally annoying, but they at least chipped in for a nice hotel. I was laying down after a long day and I kept hearing a loud noise next door. Whoever he was, he was screaming at someone. The screaming finally stopped and I closed my eyes and drifted off. I had barely been asleep 10 minutes when it started again. That was it! I crawled out of bed and pulled on the first thing my hands found in the dark room. I was fucking furious. I went into the hall and knocked on his door. When the door opened, I started to really give him a piece of my mind, but before I could get a word out, he drug me inside. “It’s about fucking time you got here! I called 30 minutes ago!” His hands began ripping at the silk robe I had wrapped around myself when I got out of bed. I held on tight… I knew that there was nothing underneath it. “You don’t have to play the shy virgin. I’m paying you for sex, not a show!” Holy fuck! He thought I was a prostitute. I tried to protest, but he thought it was an act. He tore my robe off and his mouth went straight to my nipples. It was too hard to fight after that. His fingers began to rub between my legs and his mouth feasted on my tits. When I felt his had cock press against my stomach, my senses came back and I tried to push him away. He grabbed both hands and locked them above my head. “Hey.. just relax.” He leaned down and kissed me. As rough as he had been, he was not gentle and sensuous. I felt my body responding to him and when he started to push his hard cock inside, I let him. He moved in and out nice and slow, his mouth never leaving mine. I could hard believe that not only was I fucking a total stranger, but I was about to actually cum with him as well. He buried his face in my neck, whispering in my ear, telling me how beautiful I was. When he felt me cum around his cock, he pulled away and finished on my stomach. He fell on top of me as we both struggled to breathe. The phone rang and broke us out of our trance. He answered it, his brow furrowing in confusion as he listed to the voice on the other end.
“What do you mean you’re on your way now?”






























































































































































































