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What's Up!

Labels... I hate them! For some reason people have always tried to label me and I have heard everything from: Brash, Gypsy, Hippie, Housewife, Amateur, ALT and even a bitch! The reality is I am all these things and more. My personal site, which you can access below is an exploration of all the things that I am & I hope you'll check it out sometime. Since I have always been one to buck the trends you wont find me on the Facebooks and Twitters of the world very often .. but you will find me here! So drop me a message, hit me up on chat and by all means come take a tour of my site sometime.

Below you will find a little bit more about me and my sexual history.. have a read and get in touch sometime!

Peace!

About Me:

Born in Texas, raised in Europe. Even without help from my Sagittarius roots I'm a walking question mark, because you never know which Shai you're gonna run into! I love to change my look, so don't be surprised if you catch me at a dance club rocking jet black hair and skin tight leather on Saturday night, and spend Sunday sporting my favorite jersey and sweats as I cheer on my beloved Cowboys! Whether I'm in auburn locks and glasses, or even my super short cut, you can't miss these green eyes!

I was reared in an oppressively strict Baptist home, but it never took. My first lesbian experience was at a young age, thanks to a sleepover friend-even though I didn't know what I was doing, I knew even then that I liked it! I have since learned that you've got to be willing to take risks and live your life, because we're not gonna make it out alive anyway!

As a military brat, travel is in my blood- and I take every opportunity to hit the road! I'll never own a house, but my dream is to have a really nice RV and cruise every corner of the continent. I could find a different hottie to play with in every town! I do a lot of my shooting on the road, and I can't get enough of it! I do take every opportunity to learn more about everything under the sun, so it's not uncommon to see my DVR filled with Science and Discovery channel programs.

I love to play with every aspect of my sexuality, and so far, I haven't found anything I'm not into...The more I discover, the more I love what I do! The only thing hotter than exploring myself is getting it all on film for my fans! I love the thought of someone getting off to me getting off!
I'm always on the look out for sexy guys and gals to have fun with, off camera, or on!

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A few weeks ago, I went to a local 'fast food restaurant' for breakfast, which is the norm for me. I am divorced and live alone and I see no profit in buying eggs, bacon, bread, sausage, and all that stuff, taking the time to prepare it and then cleaning up afterward. So shoot me, I am going to eat out for breakfast.

Anyway, I got there and went inside and of course, there are always some people in front of me to order. The person immediately in front of me was a young lady in a great pair of jeans and one of those stretchy tube top things, carrying a loaded backpack. When she ordered, she ordered a cup of water and a small coffee. So, being the nice guy that I am, raised in the country, I said to her "That ain't much nourishment for a young lady carrying a load like you are honey." She turned and looked at me and I could see the distress in her eyes, and on her face. I started to apologize for interfering, but she answered first.

She whispered, "I know, but I'm broke!" and then a tear rolled down her pretty cheek.

I said, "Order you something to eat little lady, just come and sit with me while we eat."

She ordered and I added mine to it and paid for it all. When it was up, we went and sat down to eat. As we divided up the food on the tray, I said "Let me start the conversation by telling you that my name is Jeremy."

"I'm LeAnne, Jeremy. Thank you so much for this. I really am starved!"

We started to eat. But let me give you an idea of what we are working with here. I am 37 years old, 6'2" tall, weigh 210 pounds, full head of brown hair and I have blue eyes. I also carry a 46" chest and a 32" waist. I am in pretty good shape, for one who doesn't really try to take care of himself.

LeAnne is in her mid 20's, about 5'5", maybe 120 pounds, probably a C cup chest, and Jeez, an easy 36" butt, that is well rounded and fills her jeans perfectly. She has sandy brown hair, blue eyes, a nice smile, on an average pretty face. Nope, she is no beauty queen, but she is very nice and hot!

After a couple of bites, LeAnne said, "Thank you again Jeremy. It has been a couple of days since I ate anything. So I really appreciate this!" She took another bite.

"Now why is it that you haven't eaten in a couple of days, young lady?" I asked, trying to sound like my Father would.

The tears flowed this time. She put her food down and bowed her head and cried for a couple of minutes. Then she got herself under control and wiped her eyes with a napkin and looked up at me and said, "I ran away Jeremy. I drove my car till I ran out of gas, then I started walking."

Husband, boyfriend, Father, step-father?"

"Husband." She took another bite. "He swore he'd kill me and leave my body for the coyotes. I believe him." She took another bite.

"Ok, when was the last time you slept, securely and comfortably? Had a bath?"

"Oh god Jeremy, do I smell, really?"

"No, no, you don't smell, LeAnne, I'm just asking."

"Well, I don't sleep unless I am sure that I am safe, where ever I am. A bath? Well, it's been .... today is my third day without one."

Soon we finished eating. I reached in my back pocket and pulled out my wallet. LeAnne looked at me and said, "No Jeremy. You are far too kind. But I won't take money from you."

I pulled my driver's license out and with a light giggle, I handed it to her and said "Memorize the name, specifications and address LeAnne."

"Ok, Jeremy, what are you trying to tell me sir?"

"That's for you own peace of mind LeAnne. I really think you are someone that I can trust, so I want you to come to my house and take a bath, get some sleep and wash your clothes, while I go to work."

"Jeremy! Are you crazy? You don't know me, I don't know you. I could rob your house and be long gone before you come home from work!"

"LeAnne, I'm only 37 years old, but I have met a lot of people in those years. Did business with a host of them! I have learned to read people pretty good. Besides, my wife took everything of value when she left me, so robbery is not a concern. Now come on, I don't live far from here." I said as I got up out of my chair.

"You are a strange man, Jeremy. But thank God for you! I need a bath, and some sleep. Thank you. But I doubt I'll ever get to pay you back for any of this." She said as she followed me out of the place.

As we rode, I said "LeAnne, where are you going? What are you going to do when you get there?"

"I'm going to my home. Where my Daddy is. He will protect me from that stupid asshole."

I thought for a minute and then I said, "LeAnne, do you really want to go there? Daddy can't watch you 24/7. He has to sleep, work, go to the bathroom. What about other family members? And won't that be the first place he looks for you? At your family home?"

"Oh God Jeremy. I hadn't even thought about that. My whole family would be in danger. My little sister and brother, and my Mom! Jeremy! What can I do?" She started crying again, just as we turned in to my driveway.

"It ain't much, but it's mine and it's home. You are welcome, and safe, in my home LeAnne."

We went inside and I showed her where the bathroom is, where the second bedroom is. I said, "Since there is never anyone here, I don't bother with making my bed very often. You can sleep in here, it's clean and comfortable. There is food and drinks in the kitchen. And here just off the kitchen is the laundry room with all the soaps and bleaches and stuff you need. I suggest you wash your clothes while you bathe, then dry them while you sleep. I'll be back around noon. Now if you decide you must rob me, please leave the Craftsman clock here. I won it in a contest and it's all she left me when she left."

She laughed and lightly punched me in the chest. "Silly man! Go to work. I'll be fine. And Jeremy, I promise you sir, I will be here when you get back home, whenever it is. OK?"

"Lock the doors and don't answer it for anybody, and I mean that, not anybody! Understand?" I turned and walked out and went to work.

Now I was raised in the country, on a farm. But I was always working on things. So it was only natural that I go to Tech School for auto mechanics and then I moved to the city and started my own shop. It is a pretty good-sized shop. Of course I run it daily but I do have an assistant manager. He has been with me a long time, so I trust him. All I do, most of the time now anyway, is write estimates, order parts, collect money, help a mechanic now and then, that sort of stuff. Anyway, at lunchtime, I told my assistant to take over and I was going to take care of something personal.

I arrived home at about 12:30 PM. I always use the kitchen door to enter the house. It's closest to the driveway. I opened the door and walked in, looked around, went to the living room, looked around and said to myself, "Damn her fine little ass! I should just kick that gorgeous ass good and hard!" Dammit, she had cleaned and straightened the whole damned house. So I went to the guest bedroom. It was empty and the bed hadn't been slept in. She must have skipped. I went to the laundry room and the dryer was full of her clothes. I took them out. I checked the washer. It had the sheets from my bed in there! Dammit!! "She's gone to sleep in the tub and now she is in trouble!" I thought. I dashed to the bathroom. Empty and spotless! There is only one place left. I slowly opened the door to my bedroom. 'OH MY GOD!!' I thought. She was in my bed and the sheet had worked its way down and uncovered her lovely breasts! I closed the door and knocked.

"Just a second Jeremy!" She yelled. Then she opened the door, wearing one of my tee-shirts. I couldn't move. I just stood there, gawking at her. She reached out and pushed me back against the wall in the hall. She smiled and said "Jeremy, Jeez, haven't you ever seen a woman in a tee-shirt before?"

I just wanted to grab her and devour her whole! She was a goddess! But I couldn't move. Finally, I said "I stopped on the way home and got us a sub sandwich and some chips, I hope you can eat one!"

I went to the kitchen, first. I couldn't walk behind that ass! I'd attack it! She came in and sat down and I took the subs out of the bag and gave her one and some chips and got her a soft drink out of the fridge, then I sat down opposite her at the table with mine. At least now I would have the table top between her body and my eyes!

"You know I should kick your butt, don't you?" I asked her, looking down at my sandwich.

"Whatever for Jeremy? Teasing you?" She said, smiling.

"NO, you spent a lot of time cleaning and straightening here when you were supposed to be sleeping!"

"Oh, that. That only took a few minutes. I owed you that Jeremy. And a lot more. Want to collect some of that?"

My head jerked up at that and I looked at her. My mouth wouldn't work. There was nothing in the world that I wanted more than to love this little lady! In every room, on every piece of furniture! And every square foot of floor space! But what my mouth said when it finally did speak was that I had taken her clothes out of the dryer for her.

She smiled and continued to eat.

"I've been thinking about you all morning LeAnne."

She smiled and looked down at her body. I said "NO, not like that!"

"Oh, you think you have me figured out huh?"

"No, I will never waste my time trying to figure out women. Too complicated. Anyway, I've been thinking about what we need to do to protect you. But to complete my plan, I need to know where you are from, and where your daddy lives."

She told me where her 'husband' lives and where her Dad and family live. She said, "I hope you can come up with some way I can contact them and let them know that I'm ok and everything!"

"Oh, we'll figure out something honey. Did you have a job back there? Is someone going to report you missing?"

"Probably my neighbor and best friend ... she'll miss me and she'll figure it out. She witnessed a lot of his abuse. She and I were really tight. She'll report me missing. Is that a good thing?"

"I think so, yeah, because the cops will start their search with your home. Then they'll call your parents. Since you have been gone now for what ... three days? They might already be looking for you!"

We were silent for a minute, and I just sat there looking ... no, devouring her with my eyes. I got up and stepped around the table and got down on my knees in front of her. "What are you doing Jeremy?"

"LeAnne, I want to taste you honey, I want to taste your honey. I want to feel you on my tongue and my lips. Please sweety. And I want it to be because you want to do it, not as a payback for anything. You are just so gorgeous, I just have to have you honey!"

"Well, I offered it to you a few minutes ago Jeremy! I want it too honey. But I want to feel your cock inside me too! Does it really matter what we do it for, as long as we do it? I need some good fucking Jeremy! And evidently you do too!" She pulled her tee-shirt up and slid her butt to the edge of the chair and looked at me and said "Please Jeremy, make me feel good about being a woman again. Make me cum honey!! Make me cum for you!"

I kissed her knee and started licking up her thigh and then back down the other one, up the first one licking and kissing and when I got to that wonderful 'Y', she grabbed a hand full of my hair and pulled me to her hot, sweet smelling, wet pussy. I slid my tongue out and let it caress the outer lips for her and she started jerking her ass and moaning. I reached around her hips and got her ass cheeks in each hand and held her tight to my face and I buried my face in her pussy. I sucked her lips, her clit, I bit them, nibbled on them, everything I could think of to do, I did it to her. She was all over the chair with her ass movements. I loved her pussy. I made love to her pussy. I made her pussy love me!

She started moaning louder and louder and then she started crying out "Oh Jeremy ... Jeremy ... Oh baby ....yes honey... do it to me good... I love how you make me feel honey! Oh gawd baby don't stop.. I'm getting there oh fuck ... yes baby suck me hard honey!! Bite me oh gawd make my pussy hurt honey!!!" Then she was cumming, hard and long and crying out how much she loved it! "Oh yes baby, I love it! I love your tongue ... tongue fuck me honey .... Ohhhhhhhh yyyyyseeesssssss!!!!"

I tongued her pussy till she stopped moving, then I raised up and looked at her. Her head was back over the back of the chair and her mouth was open, her chest was heaving from her hard breathing. I sat back down in my chair and waited for her to calm back down.

Soon her head rose up and she smiled at me and said "Oh Jeremy, you did that so good!! I haven't been eaten with that much enthusiasm since I was in college!! Thank you baby! Thank you!"

She sat there for a minute longer and she rose up and said, "Ok lover boy, your turn now to receive the blowjob of your life! I have to warn you, my mouth is a registered, lethal sucking machine!" She laughed.

"Well, turn that sucker on baby!! Give me a demonstration of its awesome power!" I said, laughing.

She got down on her knees in front of me and undid the buttons on my pants and pulled them off me, and then she pulled my boxers off me too. My cock was standing up at attention for her. "Ummm it looks so good Jeremy. I think I want the whole thing!!!"

"Well take all you want baby, but eat all you take!!" I said with a smile. Sex is fun if you make it that way.

She leaned down and licked my balls and my dick from the base to the tip and then circled the head with her tongue. She opened her mouth and her head went down and she didn't stop till her lips were in my pubic hair! I cried out "Oh my fucking gawd! Do it baby!!!"

She came up off my dick and said "My first year of college, I was the blow-job queen! I was the best on campus! Then I grew up and knew that wasn't so kool any more!" Then she went back to work on my hard cock. I just knew she was going to suck my balls out through my dick! She was awesome with her sucking. Of course, every two or three times she went down, she went all the way down and I could feel every fiber in her throat, ever vein, every muscle or whatever is in your throat. It was the best, without a doubt, THE BEST blow-job I have ever had! It only took her a few minutes to get me off. I warned her that it was coming and she never slowed down. On the first pulse, she shoved her mouth all the way down on it and stayed there till I was finished cumming. She was the BEST!!

I fell back against the back of the chair and just laid there .... drained ... sucked dry! Jeez how good she is!!!

She rose up and sat back in her chair and smiled. When I was strong enough to move again, I reached and got her hand and led her to the bedroom. We fell over on the bed and began to kiss and snuggle and kiss some more. I sucked her titties and nibbled on her nipples and she nibbled on mine. She knew very well how to love a man. She was really hot and so was I!!! I wanted to see if her pussy was as good as her mouth! I kept kissing down her fantastic body till I got to that glorious 'Y', then I moved over and kissed and licked down one leg all the way to her toes, which I sucked on individually, saving the big toe till last. When I sucked it into my mouth she started moaning and groaning and humping the bed and she moaned out, "Oh my gawd Jeremy!! What are you trying to do, give me a heart attack? That is so fucking good baby!! No one has ever even touched my feet that way. Oh Jeremy, please, suck my toes. I love it!! It's so good baby!!"

I reached and got her other foot and quickly moved from one to the other and started with the little toe and moved up to the big one. She was really shaking on the bed now. Her head was tossing from side to side, and her moans were getting louder and more constant. I tongued all over her big toe, and sucked it into my mouth and sucked hard on it. "Oh gawd Jeremy, oh yes yes wonderful!!! She was getting weaker with her yells now.

I kissed and licked up the other leg till I got back to that wonderful 'Y' again and then I pushed her legs apart and licked from the bed sheet on her ass, up to the top of her pussy mound with the flat of my tongue.

She started humping up to try to get my face in more contact with her mound. I slid both hands under her ass and pushed it up to my face and slid my tongue inside her as far as I could stretch it.

YES!!!!!!Yeeesssssssss!!! Ohhhhh Fuuccckkkkkk!! Jer........ohhhhh ohhhhh gooddd baby!!!!

I sucked her clit into my mouth and flicked the tip of it with the tip of my tongue. She screamed again.

I lifted her ass and stuck my tongue against her asshole and she screamed out "Oh gawd Jeremy.....I'mm cuuuuummminggggggg!!!! Ohhhhh Jerrrrr.......Ohhhhh its soooooo gooddddddd!"

I licked lightly on her asshole, her pussy and her clit, till she could breathe again. Then I rose up and looked at her sweet beautiful face on the horizon of her beautiful body. She was a goddess to me. I would keep her satisfied as long as she would let me.

Soon her head rose up and she smiled down at me and said "Jeremy, I can't ever remember having an orgasm that strong!! That was so intense honey!! Where did you learn all that stuff?"

"I'm proud to say darlin', I am self-taught!! I trust that was satisfactory to you?" I said, kidding and smiling at her.

"Oh honey!! 'Satisfactory' doesn't even come close to describing the orgasm that you just gave me!

"Well, honey, (I started crawling up over her body) I just hope I can satisfy you just as well with this hard dick! If I can do that, then you have to just move in here and stay!" I said with a big grin on my face.

"Well, Jeremy, if you can do that twice in a row, .... I'll go get a job and keep you as a sex slave honey!"

We both laughed as she took my cock in her hand and guided it as I slowly lowered myself into her wonderfully hot pleasure canal. Oh jeez it was hot and so snug, and fuck! SO wet! It was like no other pussy I had ever entered. I can't detail the feeling, it was just different. And from the instant I entered her, her pussy started massaging my cock!! I might cum before I ever move inside her! The sensation was so incredible! I was on my elbows and I took her head in my hands and pulled her face to me and my lips made love to her lips. I have never been so thrilled, so satisfied, so 'feeling' in my entire life. This was the most incredible woman I had ever met.

Slowly we started moving, pumping my cock in and out of her pussy, leaving just the head inside her, going slowly and savoring the intensity of the feelings I was getting from her pussy. She was humping hard against me now, trying to make me go faster, to go deeper, and harder. But I wanted to savor this incredible woman's love for as long as I could.

She reached over my leg and dipped her fingers into her very sopping wet pussy and then started rubbing a circle around my ass hole. I couldn't take that!! She wasn't trying to get inside, just to tantalize the outer ring. She knew what she was doing! Suddenly her legs drew up and her heels slammed into my back and she yelled out "NOW!!!! FUCK me now Jeremy!!! HARD baby!!!! God I love your fucking me!!! I love your fucking cock!!! I love everything about you dammit, fuck me Jeremy I'mmmmm cuuummmmmiiiinggngggg!!!!!!!!!"

I couldn't take any more and I blasted my load into her as I slammed my body against hers going as deep as was possible!! I just held it there and her pussy literally milked me dry.

I pulled her face up to mine and kissed her again and said, "You are the absolute best in the world baby!!"

Then I just collapsed on top of her and rolled to her side. I don't think either of us moved for the next 2 hours. We immediately went to sleep. Exhausted.

She woke up first and then woke me up and kissed me and said "Thank you Jeremy, so very much for that! I can't remember ever being so thrilled at being made love to as I have been today!!"

"Sweetheart, I can say the same thing! You are the most incredible woman I have ever known!"

We hugged and kissed for a few minutes and then she said "I guess we should get a shower and put some clothes on. The day is almost over now!"

We got showered and dressed and I took her out to eat. I was beyond proud to have this lovely lady on my arm, eating with me, laughing at my silly attempt at being funny. She was such a pleasure to be with!

When we finished eating, we were only a few blocks from the Mall, so we stopped in there to 'walk off some of the great food we had just packed in' like we were starved! As we walked around, and did some window shopping, we passed by Victoria's Secret and she said "Ahhh!!! My all time favorite store!"

So I took her elbow and guided her into the store. She whispered, "We can't buy anything now. I have to travel light, and besides, I have no money and no credit cards!"

A very fine little lady walked up and asked if she could help us and LeAnne said "No honey, we're just looking around."

I stepped backwards and started nodding my head 'yes' and the sales girl saw me and smiled and started her little routine. "Well, ma'am, let me show you something that I think you would just look gorgeous in! I want one so badly, but I don't think it would look that great on me!" She stopped about three displays over and pulled this little 'thing' off the shelf, (let me try to describe it to you, it was sheer, not very long .. it would probably cover her tits and hang down maybe another 2 inches, and it had a little furry looking material as the bottom hem. It was a very pretty violet color.) she held it up and of course it would hang from the shoulders and barely 'cover' anything. Then she let LeAnne hold it and pulled the panties off the shelf and they had three holes for the legs..... no wait.... Those were 'crotchless' panties! Made of the same material, but bordered with a very nice lace around the legs and the waist.

My eyes must have been bugging out as they both started laughing at me. I said, "You can have that, but you can only wear it if your tie me down first!" They both laughed at that!

LeAnne said, "Honey that is beautiful and damn is it sexy, but I don't have the body for that!"

Heather (On her name tag) said, "Oh yes you do too ma'am. You have a gorgeous body! I wish I looked as good as you!" Then she blushed and looked down at the floor for a few seconds.

LeAnne whispered, "Well, I'll tell you what Heather, let's take two of them back there to the dressing room, and try them on and see who looks the best!"

Heather pulled another set from the shelf and they went to the dressing rooms, leaving me standing there in the middle of all that sexy ..... what do you call it ..... sex-wear? So I eased back toward the dressing rooms too. I didn't get too close, cause there ain't no telling what you might hear from dressing rooms!

They were gone for a good 5, maybe 7 minutes. When they came out, Heather was blushing a little. I kind of giggled and said "Well, who won? Who is the sexiest in that stuff?"

Heather looked at LeAnne and Leanne leaned over to me and said, "Can you deal with some company tonight?"

I was shocked! I stepped back and my mouth dropped open and I looked at her, then at Heather and I squeaked out, "Yeah, any time!!"

We browsed the store a little more and then she told Heather to put those back, and I said "What, don't you like it?"

"Oh I love it Jeremy! But you know my situation!"

"Well, Heather, we'll take it." Then I got up close to Heather and said "I assume you are the company for tonight?"

"Yes sir, I think so. If you all want me to be!" She said very quietly.

I said, "OK put both of them in the bag then Heather. You can pick yours up at my house tonight." She smiled really big and said, "Yes sir!"

As we were paying, I wrote my address on a piece of paper and handed it to her and said "Whenever you can get there honey, is fine with us!"

We took our purchases and departed and went on home. It was only about an hour till the mall closed anyway.

We got home and I put on a fresh pot of coffee. I searched around and found some snacks and we sat down to watch some TV to pass the time till Heather got there. When we sat down, LeAnne said "Jeremy, I am so sorry. I know I was wrong. But I hope this evening has a good ending for you. I over stepped my boundaries and I sincerely apologize."

"LeAnne, what are you talking about?"

"I'm talking about inviting a strange woman into your home without consulting with you first!"

"Oh that. Oh that's nothing honey. Forget it! But how did you come to do that anyway?"

"Oh Jeremy, you don't know me, I'm sorry, so sorry. But ever since I was in college, I have played around, now and then, with girls. They are fun, it is exciting, and the sex is fantastic too. But I forgot that you didn't know that. Jeremy, when we went into that dressing room and took our clothes off, we just looked at each other and we seemed to know ... we kissed and then we just mauled each other for a minute and then we fingered each other for a few minutes. That's when I told her to come over here. Oh Jeremy, I want a taste of her pussy!! And I know you do too! She is as hot as they get!!! And she has a long tongue too! Shit I loved her tongue! But she will give you whatever you want too baby. You won't be just a spectator, I promise you! I doubt that anything she can do will match what you did to me earlier, but honey, girls are fun to be with too. Plus, if you do her anywhere near as good as you did me, she is going to be yours for the taking afterwards!! Damn that was good. You are so good Jeremy. I am so lucky I ran into you at breakfast. You might have saved my life Jeremy. I owe you a lot! I will never forget what you have done for me. You are a wonderful person honey!"

I hugged her and kissed her softly and snuggled with her as we watched TV. It felt good to have a good woman in my house, for a change.

We sat and watched TV for a few more minutes and then I said to her "I think I have some ideas on what we need to do to keep you safe. Do you have a neighbor back home that you know well and trust?"

"Oh yeah, there's a couple next door, Tracy and Blanch, that are a few years older than Mom and Dad. They kind of adopted us as part of their family when we moved there. We used to eat dinner together on the patio of whoever's home and sit and talk all the time. They are great people and the last time I talked to Mom, they were still eating dinners together all the time. We were like one big family living in two houses. I'd trust them with anything, Jeremy."

"Good, do you know if he was ever in the Army?"

"I don't know what that can have to do with us, but yes, he was, a Ranger I think."

"Of course you remember the phone number too, I hope." I said laughing.

"Oh yeah, that was ingrained in our memories as kids. If our parents didn't answer, it was automatic that we call them next.

I dialed the number and Blanch answered and I asked for Tracy and asked if this was the Tracy that was in the Army Rangers a few years ago. She said yes it was and I asked to speak to him, please.

Tracy answered the phone and I said "Hello Ranger. This is an exercise to see if you still have it. My name is Jeremy. Now think, has there been a strange car hanging around your neighborhood the last couple of days?"

"Yes there has been, pretty suspicious too. Do you know them Jeremy? And I don't recall a Jeremy. Did we serve together?"

"Tracy, you are a Ranger. Did the CO always tell you everything? Now here is what I want you to do Ranger. I want you to have Blanch call the Police and report a suspicious car hanging out in the neighborhood and then I want you to calmly walk over to LeAnne's house and tell her dad that an old army buddy is going to call him in exactly 10 minutes and he must play along with whatever I say. You got that Ranger?"

"Yes sir, just tell me she is alright, I beg you."

"She is fine, say hello LeAnne."

LeAnne leaned over to me and said, "Hello Mr. Tracy! I miss you!"

Tracy said, "That's good enough for me. Ten minutes from right now! Good bye sir."

I hung up the phone and LeAnne hugged me and said "You must have been a Ranger too."

"No, I never made it that far. But I was a soldier and I know how they work."

A knock on the door broke our kiss and I got up and answered it. Heather was standing there looking so delicious! I invited her in and asked her to sit on the couch with us and offered her a cup of coffee. She sat down next to LeAnne and I went to the kitchen and got three cups of coffee and came back to the living room. LeAnne was in tears and telling Heather what was going on.

When she finished, I looked at my watch and said "LeAnne, it's time honey."

She dried her tears and handed me the phone and said "My dad's name is Eric and my mom is Evelyn.

She gave me the number and I dialed it and Eric answered before it stopped ringing.

I said "Eric, this is Jeremy Lockard, maybe you remember me from AIT and our tour in Germany."

"Oh yes! I remember you Jeremy! It's so good to hear from you! Where are you living now?"

"In a little hick town outside of Atlanta, Georgia. But the reason I am calling Eric, at this time, was I ran into a friend of ours this morning at breakfast and we got to talking and your name came up and I thought I'd give you a call and see how you were doing. Oh, and let's see if you have a good memory. This was a civilian girl, light brown hair, blue eyes, about 5'5" 125 pounds, great smile, beautiful round ass, said you were always pinching on her ass."

Her dad was smart! "Sure I remember that ass! Damn it was fine! Let's see, her name was Monica, wasn't it?"

"Yeah, that's her! As a matter of fact, I had dinner with her tonight and she came over for drinks. Man, she looks just as good as she did back then! But she is here looking for a job. Anyway, I just thought that I'd call and see how you were and let you know how I am and how she is. She said that if she didn't find a job here, she could always come and let you put her to work! Of course she knows that you are married now, so I think she was joking about that!"

"Yeah, man, I got enough troubles here, tell her not to come here!" He said.

"Ok partner. Listen, let me give you my number and if you hear of anything good in the way of a job for a Massage Therapist, how about giving me a call."

"Sure, I can do that! Thanks for calling me Jeremy, I've got your number here on the caller ID, and we'll have to get together sometime when we are on vacation and have a drink and talk over old times."

"Yes, let's do that Eric! Take care of your self and we'll talk again soon! Bye now!"

I hung up the phone and LeAnne just looked at me for a minute and then said "Now how was my dad supposed to know that you were talking about me? All you said was a description of me and my ass!"

"Oh you think your Dad doesn't know what your ass looks like? Come on, he's a man! Besides, he knew I was going to call about you. So I could have described a turtle and it wouldn't have mattered. But Dad knows his little girl is safe and just outside of Atlanta. He has 'caller ID' so he has your number, but you can't use the phone or answer the phone until we know the disposition, and your Dad also said there is some trouble there and you can't come home yet!!"

"Yes sir Captain!"

I grabbed her arm as she saluted me and pulled her across my lap and quickly spanked her gorgeous ass.

Heather's eyes got as big as saucers when I started spanking LeAnne and LeAnne yelled a lot but the way her ass raised up to meet the blows, showed me she was loving it. After a few licks, I said, "Get those jeans off girl, you need a good spanking! You have been so very naughty today!"

Leanne almost jumped off my lap and jerked her jeans off and laid back down across my lap. Heather's eyes were still wide and her mouth open and she hadn't spoken yet. I rubbed LeAnne's ass for a few seconds and then spanked her good, all over her ass. She moaned and groaned and whimpered a little and her ass jumped a lot, but she never told me to stop. Heather started breathing fast and hard and I figured she was getting hot now. I stopped spanking LeAnne and rubbed her ass a lot, caressed it is the more correct term, I guess. She spread her legs a little and I caressed down between them and she moaned and groaned and her body trembled a little. She whispered "Oh my god that feels so fucking good, Jeremy!"

I pushed up on her shoulder and she stood up, her face was red and she had a couple of tears in her eyes, but she was hot. Her panties showed that very plainly!

I looked at Heather and said "You've been a very naughty girl too, so get over here and get those pants off.

"No, please Jeremy. No one has ever spanked me since I was a little girl. I don't want to be hurt, I just want to be loved, like we started today, Please!" But she was moving over by me and taking her pants loose at the same time.

She dropped her pants and I said "Panties too baby!"

"But she had her panties on!" She protested.

"Well, I want your ass naked baby, so get them off and lie down here on my knees. Quickly now!"

She rolled her little black lace panties down and showed us her shaved pussy and little butterfly tattoo just above her mound before she laid across my lap. I caressed her ass and she spread her legs and I slid my fingers down over her wet pussy and pressed on her clit hood. She trembled a little and moaned and then I spanked her and she yelled out and cried out "It hurts! Please Jeremy! Please LeAnne! It hurts so much!"

But I kept spanking her and soon she was humping her ass up to meet the licks. I stopped then and rubbed her ass a bit and slid a finger down and into her wet pussy. She just moaned "Yes" very softly.

LeAnne took hold of my wrist and pulled it away and smiled at me as she lowered her face to Heather's ass and licked it up the middle. Heather yelled out "Oh god YES!! Do it!" I reached under her and got hold of her left tit and started massaging it and found the nipple and pinched it and rolled it between my fingers and pinched and pulled on it. Heather was going nuts on us!

"Yes, Yes Please ... oh fuck yes so good so good!!" As LeAnne tongued her ass and pussy.

LeAnne stopped for a minute and said "Ok, are we going to play here on the floor? Or are we going to bed and do it?"

Heather said between gasps of air "I don't care, just finish me off! I'm so close now. Oh fuck I am so close to a good one!"

Leanne laid back on the floor and Heather crawled over her and began eating LeAnne's pussy. I watched for a minute and then I got up and went down to LeAnne's head where Heather's pussy was being slammed down on LeAnne's face and got down on my belly and slid up close. I propped myself up on my elbows and pulled Heather's ass cheeks apart and slid my tongue down the crack to her little brown hole and pushed it hard against her hole. She screamed out "YES!!!! Oh fuck YES!!!"

Heather started grinding her pussy down on LeAnne's face then and moaning, almost screaming, into LeAnne's pussy.

"CUMMING .....CUMMMMMING....Ooohhhhhhh yyesssssssss!!" And then I saw the fluids flowing down over LeAnne's face. I wriggled my tongue again and raised up so LeAnne could breathe. Heather just rolled over to her side on the floor. Her eyes closed, her mouth open just a little in a smile, her breathing fast and heavy.

LeAnne laughed and asked Heather, "What's the matter honey, you never been double teamed before?"

Heather looked up at her and said, "Oh my god no, but that was the most awesome feeling I have ever had. Two tongues on my sex was just too fucking much!!"

"Well, I can believe that! You almost drowned me with your juices honey! I've never seen a girl flow like that before! Do you flow like that when you have a cock in you?"

"I don't think so! WOW! That was a first in so many ways! Jeremy, I have to give you whatever you want tonight for giving us this opportunity to be together. So whatever you want, you get honey! And by the way, you have a beautiful cock honey, and I will suck it before I leave here!"

"Well, I am really hot and horny and wet and need some abuse!! Anyone want to help me out here?" LeAnne asked.

"Well, since we double teamed Heather, how about Heather and I double team you? Would you like that baby?" I asked.

LeAnne said, "Well, I would really love to feel that beautiful cock inside me first honey. Do you mind Heather?"

"Well, Jeremy, if you'll fuck her doggie style, I'll get under her and eat that sweet pussy and clit while you ramrod it!" Heather said.

"Oh god YES do that...oh fuck yes please!" LeAnne said as she got up on her hands and knees.

Of course Heather slid in under her and they started licking each other. I got up behind LeAnne and placed my cockhead at the entrance to her wonderful, wet pussy and shoved it in, hard! In one thrust I was all the way in! "Damn Jeremy! .... But fuck me baby!! Fuck me hard and deep!"

Now and then, I would feel Heather's tongue sliding over my balls as she licked LeAnne's pussy. It felt so good, to have my cock buried in a hot tight pussy and then feel a tongue slid over my balls.

The only thing I have against the doggie position is that you can't handle but one tittie at a time! If a man could get a tit in each hand and still maintain his rhythm fucking a hot pussy, I don't believe he could last very long. But as it is, one tit will have to suffice.

It didn't take long for us to get LeAnne to orgasm. She yelled, she cursed, she trembled, she begged, and she moaned, but she never stopped moving.

As soon as her orgasm was over, as best I could tell, I pulled my cock out of her and got down and started licking her ass like I had done to Heather. I used my thumbs to spread her cheeks and my fingers were holding onto her hips right at the bend of her legs. As soon as my tongue pushed against her cute little asshole, she screamed right into Heather's pussy. In a matter of seconds, she was into another orgasm. I love it when they can do that!!! She came up off Heather's pussy and was gasping or gagging for her breath. For an instant, I thought was finally breathing normally again, I started laughing at her.

"What?" She asked, glaring at me.

"You baby! Your orgasm!" I said, still giggling.

"It wasn't funny! I was choking! I had a mouthful of pussy and juice and gasped and sucked it all into my throat! I couldn't breathe!"

"Ahhhhhh but wasn't it a great cum?"

She smiled and said, "Fuck you Jeremy! You will get yours before the night is over!"

"Well, is it my turn on your cock now Jeremy? I'll take it any way you want to give it to me. Just give it to me good. LeAnne, would you please just abuse my titties while he fucks me silly? Oh god I never dreamed I would get to have so much fun in my life. And with two almost total strangers too!!"

"Well, I am going to lie back here on my back Heather, and you can sit on my cock and do whatever you want to with it." I said, smiling at her. "Just make it cum!"

I laid back on my back, my cock had been hard for so long now that it ached. Heather straddled my body and dropped to her knees and bent down and sucked the head of my cock into her mouth and licked around the head a couple of times and then straightened up and scooted up a little and eased back on my cock that LeAnne was guiding into her wet pussy. Heather eased down on it and moaned out "Oh my god Jeremy ... LeAnne, ...I've never had a cock that felt so good inside me! Oh fuck it's good! Oh shit I can't last long as good as this feels."

LeAnne stood behind Heather and reached down over her shoulders and got both her titties and started massaging, squeezing, pulling, pinching and anything else she could think of. Heather just moaned and groaned and rode me harder. I had both hands on her hips and my fingers were digging in. Heather was getting a good taste of sex that is a little on the rough side, but she seemed to love it all the more.....

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Stuff That Ass

Mon, 27 Sep 2010 06:00:00 -0400

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Below you will find a provocative story to accompany this photo set entitled: Stuff That Ass. I like to believe that the mind is the most powerful sexual organ in the body and what better way to train that brain than reading... especially when the story is about sexual exploration!

Peace!

Sexy Story For This Photo Set Entitled: Stuff That Ass

Looking back I guess I was very sexually reserved as a young person. But by 18 I was beginning to feel more relaxed about have sexual desires and fantasies.

I didn't start masturbating until I was 19 but it soon became a very regular thing. I would often think about touching myself during the day and I thought I was terribly sexually liberated because I knew I was going to act on it that night.

I thought people would be astonished to know that I touched myself sexually. I now know that I was doing nothing out of the ordinary, but at the time I thought I was a real wild one.

I was still living at home and I would masturbate most nights, usually in bed before going to sleep. At the time I thought what I was doing was about as outrageous as sexual behaviour got.

Then, as now, I prefer to have my knees up and legs spread wide when masturbating, partly because of the easy access to my clitoris and vagina but also because of the heightened sense of brazen sexuality of being naked and having your legs wide open.

But although alone in my room I was never quite 100% sure that I wouldn't be interrupted by a family member so I'd usually masturbate on my back with my legs slightly apart and my pajamas still on.

Usually by the time I would climax I'd have one hand working my clitoris fairly quickly while using the other to work one or two fingers in and out of my vagina.

On one occasion which I remember very vividly it was fairly late and everyone else was long in bed. On a whim I deliberately took my pajama pants completely off in a mood of heightened freedom before even getting under the sheets.

At this point the light was still on and it felt great to stand there with my bottom and pubic hair exposed. I took the time to enjoy my nakedness and carefully fold the pajama pants and placed them in the dresser drawer.

Instead of just flicking back the sheets and getting in I leant across the bed with my legs slightly apart and pushed out my bottom before drawing back the covers. I had this sense of exposing my labia, my nakedness to the world even though the only thing behind me was the wall.

I found it so arousing that I looked around the room for things to pick up. I bent over keeping my legs straight and apart to pick up this and that. Each time I bent over I felt a sexual focus between my legs rising.

I imagined I was being watched and stood in front of the mirror. I had planned to leave my pajama top on because if someone came in while I was under the sheets they wouldn't see my naked bottom half but would be able to see my naked torso.

But I was caught in the moment and watched myself in the mirror as I unbuttoned the top and let it fall to the ground, exposing my breasts. Seeing myself naked like this, fondling my breasts, nipples erect was surprisingly sexual. It was like I had leap into a new realm of sexual deviancy.

It was not like being naked after getting out of the shower or something. There I was standing fully exposed looking at my breasts and pubic mound and seeing my naked self in a purely sexual way.

I was thinking of men looking at me like this, seeing and being aroused by my naked body. "Come on and fuck me," I whispered quietly to men in general.

Saying the words 'fuck me' was liberating. There I was, supposed to be wholesome and innocent but touching breasts and wanting to be fucked. The idea immediately shifted my focus to my vulva. I wanted to touch myself more intimately; I wanted my fingers inside me!

I turned off the light and got into bed. I had a much greater feeling of raw sexuality compared to my usual masturbation sessions when my hands were down my pajamas.

While often intense, masturbating with my pajamas on gave a sense of discretion, privacy and reservation.

There was something immensely erotic about being naked for the sole purpose of wanton sexual gratification. Once I got into bed I was surprised how physically sexy it felt to have my naked bottom and hard nipples against the cool sheets. I spread my legs wider than usual but still flat on the bed.

I started by fondling of breasts and nipples then down to my labia and clitoris. My sexual arousal came on much more quickly and insistently than ever before – I was already so wet! I soon found myself at the usual end game of right hand quickly rubbing my clitoris with two fingers of my left hand in my vagina.

I could feel the sexual energy rising, magnified by my nakedness and lusted after the orgasm I knew would come. I couldn't help but lift my left knee up to get my fingers further inside me as lust overtook my usual sense of refrain.

It felt great as another layer of restraint fell away and I was more deeply penetrated by my fingers. But I also felt exposed with that never quite complete sense of privacy that you have in the family home. Wondering if someone is going to barge in and see one leg up in the air.

But I couldn't let the sexual pleasure to subside so I rolled onto my right side so my knee could be hard up against my ribs without being up in the air. But while my right hand still had great access to my clitoris it was hard for my left to get at my vagina.

I didn't consciously think about it but I just arched my back and switched to fingering myself from behind which felt different and was further liberating as another layer of inhibition peeled away.

However, the shift in position had slightly slowed the rush toward orgasm and while I was still totally consumed by this sexual act I also felt like I could take my time to enjoy it.

I took the time to smear my whole genital are with the copious amount of fluid I had produced before reinserting my fingers. The sopping wetness was in itself highly erotic.

Soon both my hands were wet, my labia, my clitoris and really my whole genital area were slippery and wet and my vagina kept producing more. I took it as a confirmation from my body of the intensity of the pleasure I was feeling. I thought to myself, "Yes this is as good as I thought it was. Look how wet I am getting."

My breathing was shallow and quick and I started to quiver and my hips began to relexitively grind against my hands. I was completely unconscious of anything in the world except my body and the orgasm looming.

The wetness egged me on and as I continued to masturbate I would take my fingers out and rub it over myself. I hadn't masturbated from behind with anything like this intensity before, nor in such a state of lust. So the first time I touched my anus it wasn't intentional.

It sent a jolt of pleasure that took me completely by surprise. Academically I knew that some people engaged in anal sex but it never occurred to me that pleasure from this source would apply to me.

I quickly slid my fingers back into my vagina and went on fingering myself but the next time I took them out I was immediately drawn to my ass.

I thought I would just brush my fingers against my sphincter as I had done before – just give myself a little tickle to see if it actually felt good. But it felt great and I found my fingers lingering and probing.

As my finger probed at my sphincter I was suddenly struck by the thought that putting a finger in my ass would be the ultimate act of letting go and of complete and utter nakedness and exposure.

The earlier moment that I had taken off my pajamas came back to me. Just that spur of the moment decision to take my pants off gave me a sense of erotic taboo then which came back with redoubled intensity.

I wanted my finger in my ass and I decided to do it. The fingers working my clitoris stopped. My breathing stopped. I gently eased my finger in and every millimeter of penetration was pure pleasure.

Once my finger was in to the first knuckle I could feel the clamping tightness.

The physical feelings were intense but were magnified by my sense of outrageous, brazen willingness to do whatever felt good. I felt I had totally let go and utterly surrendered all inhibitions to my sexual desire.

I had never felt anything like it, I couldn't believe the level of sexual gratification it gave me. It was a near orgasmic level of pleasure and I wanted more, more, more.

Then I realised I was feeling this level of intensity when I wasn't even moving. With an uncontrolled jolt I arched my back pushed the finger further into my ass. I began to rub my clitoris in a frenzy and my whole body began to shudder.

I pumped the finger inside me with fast but tiny in and out motions. All I had was half a finger in my ass and although I was moving it quickly the distance it was going in and out was minimal. But I had never felt so much like I was being fucked in my life.

In seconds I felt an orgasm rise and then overwhelm me in long, slow, intense wave after wave of unashamed pure pleasure.

After a minute or two to get my bearings I slipped my finger out and had this abstract sense that I should feel guilty or dirty. Instead I had an unexpected and slightly nervous but also liberating giggle to myself.

I had just discovered a whole new world of pleasure in sex and my mind boggled at the future joys I would experience.

I had often thought with lustful excitement what it would be like to have a penis inside my vagina. I couldn't begin to fathom the ecstasy that being fucked in the ass would bring.

Discovery 2

Once I had discovered the pleasure of fingering my ass it became a common part of my masturbation.

I wouldn't necessarily put my finger in my ass every time I masturbated, and sometimes I didn't touch my ass at all, but more often than not I would at least be rubbing my ass crack by the time I came.

I always got a thrill of sexual anticipation when I realised I'd be home alone for the night. If by some fluke my siblings all planned to be out on the same night as my parents I'd be a little short of breath every time I thought about it – even if it was a week in the future.

As soon as the last one walked out the door I'd be at the window to watch them get in the car and drive off. No sooner than they were around the corner my hand would be down my pants to get at my usually already wet pussy.

I would still go to my room, usually at a half run with my hand never leaving my crotch. I always wanted to be completely naked and my legs wide open to feel maximum sexual freedom. And I just couldn't bring myself to do that in any room except my own with the door firmly closed.

Then one day events conspired to give me an opportunity to go to the next step in exploring my anal sexuality.

A couple who were friends of my parents were paying a visit and talking about their much anticipated dream holiday to explore Europe for a month. I was sort of half joining in the conversation but not really tuned in until they mentioned that their daughter wouldn't be able to house sit for them because she was now living interstate.

They were having trouble figuring out what to do about watering the plants and looking after the cat in their absence. We lived about an hours drive away so it wasn't really an option for one of us to go up there every day.

I had plenty of leave owing from work, some old friends living reasonably near to their house and I was behind on the study I was doing part time. Three pretty good excuses for me to volunteer.

The implications of having all that time alone to explore my ass in freedom meant I had to clamp my legs closed to keep control of myself. Despite feeling short of breath and my heart racing I managed to sound fairly casual when I said, "I could look after your place for you if you like." I rattled off all my excuses and to my utter delight all concerned thought it was a great idea.

I came very quickly in bed that night – having been wet for most of the day. Then I masturbated every morning and night for about a week in a state of ecstatic anticipation.

Eventually (about three very long weeks later) I was in their garage bidding them farewell. I watched them turn the corner, waited for the roller door to close then dashed through a door they had from the garage to the kitchen.

I shut the door behind me and leaned against it. I was in a fairly cosy corner of the kitchen behind a bench and in no time I had my jeans and panties around my ankles. With my bare ass against the cool door I used my right hand to rub my clit and my left to reach up under my top and fondle my breasts. I raced to orgasm in about 60 seconds flat.

Once I'd come I felt very exposed standing there in someone else's house with my pants around my ankles and my pussy and fingers wet. It felt like such a brazen thing to do and I felt like a deviant but that made me feel cheeky and sexy rather than uncomfortable. But I did quickly composed myself and pull up my pants to get a sense of normality back.

It was late afternoon when they left so by the time I'd unpacked, fed the cat, rang my parents to say I'd arrived safely and went out to get something for dinner I decided to take a shower and settle in for a private night alone in front of the TV.

When I got out of the shower I automatically started getting dressed but as I looked at myself in the mirror standing there with just my panties and a bra on I thought, "I don't have to wear clothes here."

It was such a liberating idea. "I can do anything I want in any room of the house," I thought. That was a sexy idea but it was thrilling to know that I actually would be doing anything I wanted.

I looked at myself and rubbed my breasts through my bra then put one hand down the front of my panties and fondled my labia and clit.

I decided I wasn't gong to put anything else on for the rest of the night. I was going to stroll about the place in my underwear. It was such a powerfully liberating feeling that my nipples hardened and I felt my stomach muscles tighten as my pussy began to gently pulse.

I had a momentary concern, "What the fuck am I gong to do if someone knocks on the door?" But I thought, "Well it's hardly a crime to walk around in your underwear." Still, I grabbed my dressing gown and decided to put in near the front door so it would be handy just in case.

As I walked out of the bathroom I was so excited that I went straight downstairs and threw the dressing gown on the ground near the front door. Once that was done I felt safe to do whatever I liked.

I took my time as a strolled around feeling freer than I ever had before. I grabbed a magazine and put it in the middle of the kitchen table. Then with my legs straight and slightly apart and my ass pointing out I bent over the table to flip through it.

If felt great with my ass in the air like that. I thought of the view that someone watching me from behind would have and as I kept my left elbow on the table I used my right hand to reach behind and grab my panties and pull them up my butt crack. They were just a plain cotton pair and I didn't give a damn if they got stretched out of shape. The pressure against my asshole felt fantastic and I decided to leave them that way.

I walked to the lounge and with every step the panties jammed in my crack rubbed at my ass and pussy. I felt so wantonly, outrageously sexual and I had an amused thought at the shock the owners would be feeling if they knew what I was doing in their house.

I sat on the couch and took off my bra. My nipples were hard and my tits felt so, so naked and so, so good in the big empty lounge. I felt as naked and exposed as if I were starkers in a supermarket.

I lifted my right leg over the arm rest. I leaned back and shifted my ass close to the edge of the couch. I put my left foot on the coffee table and let my knee drop so my legs were now wide open, this time thinking of what someone in front of me would be seeing.

That really threw me over the edge. It was one thing to be in just my underwear in this big house all by myself. It was another thing to have my panties jammed up tight in my ass crack, strutting around and feeling sexy. And it was yet another thing to have my tits exposed and nipples hard. But once my legs were spread wide like that I had shifted from sensuality to raw sexuality. Psychologically it was like shifting from playing with myself to fucking myself.

I could feel my vagina and clit tingling even though I wasn't touching them. It felt so good I didn't want to break the spell and I just sat there rubbing my tits and playing with my nipples.

I kept at this for about 10 or 15 minutes – just enjoying my breasts and nipples – and eventually I was just quickly flicking the tip of my ring finger of each hand across each nipple. Eventually I rose to a near orgasmic ecstasy – just from rubbing at my nipples!

The whole time I didn't touch my vagina or clit but just left my legs spread wide with my panties up my ass crack and tight against my pussy. Despite not touching myself between my legs I felt that having my legs wide open like that gave an enormous focus on my vagina and clit. My hips began to hump minutely, more as a reflex than a conscious decision.

I had always enjoyed touching my breasts and nipples in particular but I had never got so close to orgasm from them alone. I could feel my juices oozing out and wondered at how wet my panties would be when I finally took them off.

I found it so intensely erotic to have my legs open in such a provocatively sexual pose and not hidden away under the sheets in my own room but outrageously exposed in these neither private nor intimate surroundings. It was erotically like masturbating in public but without the practical downside of actually being in public.

Eventually the joy from my nipples peaked out and it was time to move on. I knew if I touched my clit I'd come in a flash but I just wanted this to go on and on. I decided I'd just work on my ass as I had with my nipples and leave my vagina and clit alone.

I put both feet on the ground and leant forward thinking to just lift my ass up enough to take of my panties. As I did so I looked at my crotch to see if any wetness from my vagina was showing through. I had a double take when I saw that they were not only wet they were actually glistening where my juices had completely soaked through. I left them on and put my hand between my legs. It came away wet and I suddenly realised the amount of juice that had come out of me.

I decided to go upstairs to take off my panties and finger my ass sitting on a towel to soak up my flowing juices.

On the way I walked past a mirror in the hall and looked at myself and I thought about fingering my ass in front of a mirror. I'd never done that before, with my ass or vagina, and the idea of watching my finger go in and out of my ass really turned me on.

There wasn't a mirror in my room (I was using a spare room upstairs next to the master bedroom) but I knew there was a full size one in the main bedroom. I thought it would be another level of cheekiness to actually masturbate my asshole while in their room. And, caught in the moment I decided to do it.

I got a couple of towels from my room and took off my soaking panties while I was there. Now it was time to get serious and I wanted to be totally naked. I was desperate to get down to business and start fingering my ass. I was also fascinated to see what it would look like to watch my finger going in and out of my asshole.

But when I walked into their room I thought about what people would think if they knew I was about to masturbate not just in the house of our family friends, not just in their own bedroom but that I would be putting my finger into my asshole.

A part of me knew I was doing something wrong and I also knew I wouldn't have done it if I wasn't so worked up and horny. But another, stronger part of me reveled in the outrageous deviance of the act. This strong sense of sexual perversion fed on itself and I wanted to be as wanton and reckless as possible.

Views From a Brothel

Mon, 20 Sep 2010 05:00:00 -0400

I didn’t even know the old bastard had died! He was my uncle and I had only met him about 10 times in the last 20 years! My father died about 7 years ago and he didn’t have anything to do with his brother – they had a fight about something or other many years ago and hadn’t spoken for years. He didn’t even turn up for Dad’s funeral. My mother had gotten on well with her brother-in-law and had tried to make peace between them but I don’t think she succeeded. My dad always talked about mum and his brother being too friendly although I wouldn’t know anything about that.

Anyway, the old bastard died and left me, of all things, a brothel! Well I should be the happiest man in the world – my own private brothel! It was only a fairly small brothel and only had 6 girls working in it and it was managed by some tough woman old Charlie had employed a long time ago. Unfortunately he didn’t leave me any money to run the brothel but the madam assured me it was a going concern despite being rather small.

My wife, Sonny, and I went to have a look at the brothel as soon as we had some papers to say it was ours. I was a bit wary of what I might find although Sonny was keen to have a look. She had informed me long before we had married that she had worked as a call girl for a few years to pay her way through university. She had a wonderful job as a research scientist now and loved her work. Not only had she been a call girl but she had, to use her own words, fucked around a lot before she met me!

Sonny was a most attractive girl and was only 27 years old with a wonderful figure, huge but proportioned breasts and the longest legs allowed! She had me drooling over her the first time I saw her at a party. I was so attracted to her that I just had to speak to her. She was playing up with a lot of men at the party and it was common knowledge amongst the men that she was a hot number. She was so hot, in fact, that I was told she had already fucked 3 of the men at the party! But still I was really attracted to her and I just had to talk to her.

She surprised me by showing me she had a kind side to her and we talked for some time about everything in general. She was a good conversationalist and it was obvious she was intelligent. Sonny seemed to be attracted to me and I eventually plucked up enough courage to ask her for a date. Well, to cut a long story short, we went out on this first date and had a wonderful time. At no time was it obvious she was a loose girl and I felt very good to be with her. Of course we had a second and then a third and so forth date until we were seeing one another on a regular basis. She was employed at this time and was earning very good money. I had a good job too as a computer programmer and owned my own business which was doing well.

Not long after we started going out together in earnest, Sonny told me she had been a call girl and hoped this didn’t make me think anything less of her! I hadn’t known about her past and loved her for what she was to me – a lovely girl and I had fallen for her. When we began getting serious my mates started telling me stories about how Sonny had been the life of most parties and had been known as a good fuck by all the men at these parties. They sort of warned me about what might happen if I latched onto Sonny! I chose to listen to all they had to tell me but I also chose to accept Sonny for what she is now and not what she had been! I am sure she loved me for thinking of her that way.

After a few months of dating we moved in together and became lovers in earnest! We loved one another and that was that. Every now and again, Sonny would tell me something about her past! She would tell me how she had been fucked by someone at a party and what was special about it. She told me in such an innocent way that she wasn’t bragging or throwing it up at my face, she was genuinely interested in telling me about her past.

She told me she hadn’t minded being a call girl. She had no other means of paying for her higher education and it was an easy way to earn money. She simply placed a message in a better class magazine offering her services and in no time she had plenty of men to choose from. She told me she had been very selective and wouldn’t go with any man she didn’t fancy. She told me she usually went out with men about twice each week and this paid for all of her expenses at university.

I had fucked quite a lot of girls when I was growing up so I guess she wasn’t any worse that me except that she was getting paid for sex whereas I was always giving it away for nothing! Anyway, we loved each other and we decided to get married. It was a quiet wedding ceremony but the party after was anything but quiet. There were about 130 people at the party and a wild time was had by all. Sonny put on quite a show at the party and gave us all the benefit of a striptease performance which was lots better that I had seen before. She was a wonderful girl. I didn’t mind what she was doing – she was now my wife and she was mine! When the party was over we retired to our motel and fucked ourselves silly!

Anyway that was 4 years ago and we are very happy together. We love each other. As I said, Sonny was excited about visiting the brothel to have a look at it. She had never worked in a brothel having always worked from home and had sex with the paying customers in their homes or in hotels etc., so she didn’t have a permanent base to work from.

Well we arrived at the brothel. It didn’t look like a brothel or at least, not what I imagined a brothel would look like! I had never been inside a brothel although I had heard lots of talk about my friends visiting brothels. They always told me they were sleazy places and horrible unattractive girls worked there. These girls, so I had been told, would just take off their clothes and lie there while the men just fucked them! They showed no interest in the customer and seemed in a hurry to get rid of the man. I guess that would be normal!

Sonny and I were greeted by the boss woman. She was about 60 years old and although she was fairly fat, she had a wonderful smile and a very friendly nature and immediately made us feel welcome. She showed us around the place – there was only one girl there at the time as we had called during the morning when apparently business was slow in the brothel. The madam was Liz and she introduced us to Shelley, the girl on duty. I am not sure they were their real names but that didn’t matter at all. Shelley was not unattractive at all. She was quite pretty and had a very good figure. I was able to see most of her figure because she was sitting in the brothel wearing just a sheer pair of shortie pajamas and a very thin negligee both of which hid very little. I would have been happy to use her services if I had been a customer.

Anyway, Liz showed us around the place and I was surprised to see how neat and tidy it all was. Each bedroom was tastefully decorated and had a wide bed with all the trimmings ready for use. Liz told me they had 10 girls working there at the peak time which was a couple of years ago but business had slackened off in recent years and now they only had 6. One usually worked during the day for the walk-in customer and the rest worked during the late afternoon and night when business was brisk. Liz asked me if I wanted to inspect the books. I took an instant liking to Liz and told her I would be happy if she continued to run the establishment for us and we would check in on her from time to time but we would give her plenty of notice of our visits.

While we were at the brothel, a customer came in and he was immediately attracted to Shelley and Liz was able to negotiate the appropriate fee and off they went to one of the bedrooms. Liz asked us if we would like to see what was happening in the bedroom. We both showed surprise at this and of course said yes.

We went to a room just off the office and, when we were inside, Liz closed and locked the door. She then switched on a television set and, after it had warmed up, she flicked some switches and we had a picture of Shelley and her customer in the bedroom. They had both just undressed and Shelley was just rolling a condom onto the man’s erect cock. She then moved onto the bed, spread her legs and beckoned the man to join her. He quickly entered Shelley and we were able to watch them fucking. As soon as the man had cum, he pulled out of Shelley and she helped him take the used condom off his cock and, after tying a knot in it, she threw it into a rubbish container.

The couple talked for a short while and then the man dressed and left the room. Shelley immediately moved to an attached shower room and quickly showered herself. I guess she wanted to remove all traces of the man she had been with. Liz explained that the girls all knew about the cameras which were concealed in every bedroom. They knew the cameras were there for their own safety and if the customer started to treat them badly, Liz would soon come to their rescue. It was a nice, tidy setup and I could see Sonny was getting excited at being able to watch Shelley and her trick fucking. I enjoyed it too. We had our own private porno show.

Sonny and I decided to keep the ownership of the brothel a secret and didn’t tell any of our friends about it. We thought all sorts of things might go wrong if they knew we had the brothel – we could imagine them asking for very cut rates!

Well, we had the brothel for over 6 months and felt it was time to have another visit so we rang Liz and asked her if it would be O.K. to call again. She made us very welcome and again we had a look around the premises. We were very pleased with what we saw. We were also very pleased to receive a check each month which was the final proceeds from the brothel after all expenses were paid and accounted for. We had an accountant looking after the books for us and he was full of praise for Liz and the girls who worked there. There had been no change of staff at the brothel since we took over and we thought that this might be, in part, because we had increased the amounts paid to the girls for their services and we also gave them bonuses each month as well as Liz. After all we were both working and earning good money and really didn’t need the income from the brothel although we were pleased to receive it. We had arranged with the accountant to pay the girls extra and it seemed as though it had paid off for us too. It seemed a very strange business having a separate private income from a business in which we took no part, except for the occasional visit or phone call from Liz.

Sonny was a beautiful redhead with that wonderful white skin. Although her skin was so white she spent hours under various sun lamps at the gymnasium trying to make her skin go brown. She has never been successful with tanning and I love the wonderful white skin. She never goes to the beach to tan because of the risk of sunburn if she tries to tan in the sun. She has beautiful white skin which turns a delightful pink color when she get over-heated or over-excited and she has lovely fine hair on her body. She has the loveliest red pubic hair and this is an unruly bush which extends down between her thighs and up towards her navel.

Of course it doesn’t go all the way to her navel but where it stops being a bush, it extends the rest of the way towards her navel as a fine but easily defined line of hair which I find very exciting. She has several hairs in her navel itself and also has fine hair around her breasts and her nipples. This is not long hair but very fine golden hair which can only be seen when side-on to the light. I love Sonny’s body. I am 7 years older than Sonny but this doesn’t seem to worry her at all and so far I have been able to keep up with her sexual demands without any problems at all. We both love to fuck and experiment with different positions etc.

One Friday morning early we had a phonecall from Liz who was in a terrible state. She explained she had made a special booking for 4 Japanese businessmen for a four hour session at the brothel that morning. Unfortunately the girl who was supposed to be on duty had been rushed to hospital with a suspected appendix attack and none of the girls on the other shifts could be available for the session. Liz was asking me if it would be O.K. for her to try to buy in a new girl just for the morning, perhaps from another brothel. When I asked her what she would like to do, she explained there would be all sorts of bother trying to get a new girl especially as the booking was for 4 men. Most girls don’t want to handle multiple sessions – they sometimes tend to get out of hand with the girl getting hurt. Liz also explained she had already called on two other brothels for a loan of a girl but they wouldn’t allow their girls to do multiple sessions and thus had declined to share. Sharing was the normal thing with single bookings between brothels and this happened on a regular basis.

When I told Liz to just do her best and perhaps to offer a lot more money to the girls she told me she would try and we hung up. When I told Sonny what had happened she was most concerned and told me we would have to do something because she knew much of the success of the brothel relied on offering satisfaction to every customer and meeting all bookings. She asked me, in a very shy way, would I mind if she offered to help Liz if no one else could be found! I was really surprised at her saying this but I knew she had had lots of experience with her previous call-girl business and she wanted the brothel to remain a success for us. I told her to do what ever she thought was right and I would have no objections to her working in the brothel provided she thought it was safe having the four Japanese businessmen. I told her I would watch her through the closed circuit television and would see no harm came to her.

When we rang Liz back with the news she was so relieved she began to cry. She felt very responsible for the running of the brothel and took the business to heart with any problem. We arranged to meet at 10am at the brothel to make final arrangements. We both arranged with our companies to have the day off.

Sonny quickly rushed to the bathroom and began to get ready for her different work! She first shaved her legs, then her armpits and then showered and, when she had dried herself, rubbed oils into her body so that she looked radiant when she presented herself to me standing naked in the doorway of the bathroom. She knew the oils had not only the effect of making her skin extra smooth but it also slightly darkened the lovely hair on her body making it look really sexy. She was a beautiful picture and I loved her dearly. Sonny dressed ready for the job. She wore a bra and panties – I expected she would dispense with these but she said Japanese men preferred their women to be fully dressed and they liked to have the girls remove their clothes slowly and get the men excited. She completed her clothing be adding a blouse and short skirt after she had pulled on her stockings and fitted her suspender belt.

Sonny was very excited about going to work and it showed as we were walking to the door of the brothel. Liz gave us both hugs and told us how grateful she was that we were able to help her out. She told us she would have done the work herself except that the men had insisted on someone who was young and beautiful. Liz showed us into the largest bedroom which she had prepared for the mornings work. This room had an extra large bed and extra chairs were arranged around the room. There were extra towels and everything that could be needed. There was also a large bowl in the room which contained a large number of condoms. Everything was arranged and now we had to wait for the men to arrive. I took the trouble to check and double check the TV monitoring system to make sure everything was working well. This bedroom was very large and two cameras had been concealed in the room. One of the cameras was fixed in position and the other could be panned and focussed by the operator. It was a sophisticated system and I was glad it was because I certainly didn’t want anything to go wrong with my darling Sonny while she was working. We were all ready now.

Liz indicated to me that the Japanese men had arrived and she was showing them into the bedroom. She then told Sonny she had better get ready as the men wouldn’t like to be kept waiting. Sonny came over to me, looked with me at the TV screens and saw the 4 men sitting around the chairs. She then gave me a passionate kiss but not too deeply so as to smudge her lipstick and then told me she loved me and left the room. Liz and I sat on the chairs in the room with the TV screens and watched as Sonny entered the room with the men waiting for her. Liz asked me if I would be embarrassed if she was watching on the screen with me. She realized it was a personal thing for me to watch my wife getting fucked and would be happy to leave me by myself if I preferred. I told her it would be fine for her to stay and watch and if I felt it was a problem I would ask her to leave. We agreed on that and waited for the action. Fortunately there is a sound system operating in conjunction with the surveillance cameras and we were able to hear what was being said.

Sonny moved in front of each man separately and bowed her head to them. They in turn pressed their hands together in front of their faces and bowed to her. They were giving greetings to one another. The Japanese men were a little embarrassed and asked Sonny how she wanted to begin. She suggested they would first need to become comfortable with her and perhaps they would like her to undress. She asked them if they would like to undress her and they immediately agreed that would be best. The men were exceedingly polite and gentle and treated Sonny very well.

The first man moved over to where she was standing and began to unbutton her blouse. When he had all the buttons undone, he stepped back and the next man moved over and took the blouse off Sonny. He also gently caressed her breasts through her bra and then turned her around and undid the bra. He didn’t remove it but left that to the next man. And so it went on – each man gently removing one part of her clothing until the last man peeled off her last stocking and she stood there completely naked. On the TV screens it was wonderful that the pictures were in color and with the aid of the joystick I was able to pan or focus the second camera. It was concealed inside a light-fitting which was positioned on one wall of the room. The second fixed camera was concealed inside one of the light-fittings at the other end of the room. This gave a full range of positions and a full panorama of the room. Nothing could be concealed from the cameras.

Sonny looked so lovely just standing alongside the bed – naked in all her glory. She had a certain luster about her because of the oil she had smeared on her body before we left home. She looked absolutely radiant with her pert breasts which had her long erect nipples protruding from the ends standing out so regally. I loved her so much. The first Japanese man to speak was the older of the four and he moved over to her and very politely asked her if there was anything she wouldn’t be prepared to do for them. Sonny smiled at him and said, “Sir, you have paid to be here with me – there is nothing I wouldn’t do for you, however I would simply ask that you treat me fairly and don’t attempt anything which would inflict severe pain on me. Anything else is quite acceptable.” This first man thanked her and told her they would treat her very carefully but if anything became too much for her, she should immediately tell them and they would cease. This certainly made me feel much better.

The first man began the show by leaning over and kissing her on the lips. I was surprised by this as I thought prostitutes didn’t kiss anyone. When I asked Liz, she smiled and told me it was a personal choice of the girl and they could do whatever they liked so long as it was acceptable to the girl. Their kisses were not passionate more just gentle kisses on the lips with no sign of any use of their tongues. Sonny passed to each man in turn and they all kissed her very gently. Then back to the first man. He bent over further and kissed her breasts and then placed her nipple in his mouth and began to suck it while he caressed her breasts with his hands. As soon as he had finished – or at least had had enough – he moved away and the second man did exactly the same and so forth to the last man. It all seemed so tame that I asked Liz if they would ever get around to fucking Sonny. She replied, “These Japanese men seem to have a ritual which they follow. You can take it from me they will be fucking her soon.”

Gypsy Juggs

Mon, 06 Sep 2010 05:30:00 -0400

What's Up!

Labels... I hate them! For some reason people have always tried to label me and I have heard everything from: Brash, Gypsy, Hippie, Housewife, Amateur, ALT and even a bitch! The reality is I am all these things and more. My personal site, which you can access below is an exploration of all the things that I am & I hope you'll check it out sometime. Since I have always been one to buck the trends you wont find me on the Facebooks and Twitters of the world very often .. but you will find me here! So drop me a message, hit me up on chat and by all means come take a tour of my site sometime.

Below you will find a provocative story to accompany this photo set entitled: Gypsy Juggs. I like to believe that the mind is the most powerful sexual organ in the body and what better way to train that brain than reading... especially when the story is about sexual exploration!

Peace!

Sexy Story For This Photo Set Entitled: Gypsy Juggs

The grey sky hung low, Winter's chill evident with each breath Rachel took. She pulled the threadbare woolen shawl around her shoulders tightly. Each booted foot crunched along the hardened frozen earth as she stepped towards the barn.

Reluctant to give up even a minimal bit of warmth by unfolding her arms, Rachel shouldered the heavy barn door and it slowly gave way to creak open. The smell of hay mixed with the heady scent of burning wood as the warmth of a kindled potbellied stove enveloped her. There he was, standing on the far side, by the stove, at his bench, banging away at something. He was always fixing something, repairing something, making something out of nothing.

They worked well together. He did the building and the mending, and the tiling and the cutting and the chopping and the lugging. She did the cleaning and the washing, the cooking and the growing and the sewing. She would help him as much as she could, but his strength and stamina was immeasurable to hers. They would work together in the fields, tend the animals together. Then, as sunset gave way to evening, she would join him out on the front porch cradling the last of the days coffee in a tin mug. Sip by sip they would share the brew and watch the sun go down.

This one night she came to him while he was lost deep in thought, as he plied the metal. He barely hesitated as the door pulled closed with a soft thud of wood against wood. Finally, she whispered, hesitant to disturb his concentration. "You think 'twill snow?"

"Aye."

It was cold and she wanted to go to bed. With him.

She watched him hammer and pull at a piece of old tin.

"Canna that wait til morn?" Though her voice was little more than a whisper, he replied. "Nay."

He always replied, regardless of how soft her request. Sometimes it seemed she barely spoke the words and his reply would come. Sometimes she could just think the thought, and he would respond.

Likewise with her and his thoughts and words.

"What is it you're making?"

"Woman, shush now."

With a deep sigh, she reluctantly turned to leave.

"Where are you going?"

"Back into the house by the fire. 'Tis cold."

"Warm yourself there." He nodded off to the side while he worked a corner of the tin until it was rounded.

"Verra well." She sat in the chair by the fire, eventually falling asleep to the sound of her man plying the piece of wellworn tin, the fire crackling, and the wind outside picking up and howling around the barn rafters.

This dream was different. There was no sex, but the longing was just as powerful. Her readers wanted sex. Of course, Rachel knew this, so she sat there, staring at the white document, trying to imagine what the Phillip and Rachel of her dreams would do.

The announcement of an email broke her train of thought, so she hid the word processing program and brought her email program to the foreground. Feedback. She always enjoyed feedback.

"You write well. Where do you come up with your story lines? I get mine from dreams." It was signed journo1130.

Well. She wrote back to the faceless, nameless, sexless reader. "I, too get my ideas from dreams. So you write as well?" She sent it off and focused again on Phillip and Rachel.

No sooner had Rachel gotten the couple out of the barn and into their bed when the email alert sounded once again. Yes, journo1130 was back.

"Do I write as well? No. Not as well as you do. But I manage. What else do you write?"

This went on for most of the night, with Rachel caught up in the game of conversing through email. It felt safe enough. And unless he was lying, Journo was a professional writer, such as herself, in his mid-30's- such as herself- married to his career. Again, such as herself.

And he lived within 45 minutes of her. She had not told him where she lived, but when he answered her question as to where he lived, as promptly as email could allow he gave the name of a town which Rachel knew to be fairly close. She smiled.

Journo had distracted her enough to keep her from finishing the story. When at last her bedtime came she dejectedly emailed him one last note, "Good night. Bedtime for me." She waited a few minutes and sure enough, he wrote back, "Sweet dreams."

* * * * *

"I don't know, Carrie. There's like some kind of attraction. I can't explain it." Rachel updated her co-worker and best friend the following morning waiting on the deli line in the shop across the street from work.

"But you don't even know his name." Carrie said before ordering "two coffee's black, one sugar."

"Thanks." Rachel put her money away and nodded to her friend. "I know. Names didn't come up."

"If he's reading your stuff on that website he's got to be a perv."

"So what's wrong with that?" Rachel laughed. "I'm a perv and you like me."

"You're a normal perv!" She took the stryofoam lidded coffee cups and handed one to Rachel. As they left the deli, Carrie tried to rephrase her concerns. "Look. You don't know him at all. He didn't offer his name. He reads your stuff- I'm sure you're not the only writer he's contacted. Does he write for the same site you do? can you check his profile?"

Rachel shook her head and burnt the tip of her tongue as she impatiently tried the coffee she knew would be too hot to consume for the moment. "He didn't say."

"Why didn't you ask?"

"Well. I did sorta."

"And?"

"Well. He said he didn't write as well as I did."

A knowing look was all Carrie offered for the moment. "A non-denial denial."

"Well. Yes. I guess it was."

"So he writes but doesn't want you to read it. He's probably into something weird."

A chuckle escaped Rachel's lips. "It's all weird," she grinned.

"Okay then. Really weird. You're not using your brain. Come on, woman. Think!"

That was the problem. Rachel was thinking. All she could do was think about Journo. And the dream she had last night. Oh my god, what a dream. IT wasn't about the Rachel and Phillip in her stories. It was about journo and herself. And so hot that she couldn't even begin to put it into a story format. Just too personal, for some reason. That information was kept from Carrie. She just wouldn't understand.

Silence prevailed until they reached their desks, at which time Journo1130 was filed away for the moment, until deadline had passed and Rachel had free time to toy with the idea of her fellow perv.

* * * * *

Phillip was having a problem. He couldn't focus on work. His friggen hard-on made it difficult to write, research, interview, prepare for interviews. He couldn't get Rachel out of his head. Or her author.

He knew what she looked like, even though he had never seen her. He knew what she felt like, although he had never held her in real life. He knew what her skin would taste like if he ran his tongue along the curve of her neck, then lower, to trace the soft orb of her breast. He sighed, the bulge in his pants tightened against the cotton material of his Dockers.

There was no getting around it. He had to meet her. Especially after last night's dream.

She was beneath him, her hair fanned out and tousled against the stark white crispness of her pillow. Her eyes were closed but her face was screwed up in deep concentration as she hovered on the edge of release.

"Not yet, baby. Ride the edge."

"Ohhhhh God. I can't. Please." She pleaded as her nails dug into his shoulders. Rachel clung to him, obeying him instead of giving into her orgasm. Just the thought of such command over her drove him wild.

At first, he let her think she had control, at least until she sucked him to the point where she tasted his pre-come, demanding he fuck her. Although his body begged him to give in, he took over, teasing her relentlessly, almost bringing her to orgasm so many times, until he himself could take her suffering no longer. Although his cock was hard and throbbing, although his balls were tight with his need to shoot his load, he denied her demands over and over again.

With great effort he kissed her soundly on her lips, his tongue raping her sweet mouth before trailing down her tanned, sleek body to focus on her juicy pussy. Her nipples were taut with her desire, her flesh quivering as his tongue and lips claimed her. Her legs parted and spread even further as he moved his hands to her inner thighs and prodded. She smelled so sweet, so musky, as he buried his nose in her bush. His tongue traced the tender folds of her pussy lips, as he parted them and found the hard nub of her clit.

Fingers tangled in his hair, Rachel cried out, thrusting her hips upward as his lips found and teased and sucked gently on the swollen, glistening pearl.

One, two fingers slid inside her pussy, curling upwards to massage that secret, tender spot that stilled her writhing and made her wimper. She undulated beneath him, trance-like and he smiled down at her.

"I love what you do to me," she whispered. "Don't stop."

"I'm not." He slid a third finger into her tight cunt and her eyes grew wide as she looked up at him. He continued to tickle her hidden spot, his hand flooded with her pussy juice.

"I'm gonna come!" Rachel groaned loudly and lifted her hips. "Hold on, babe. Not yet." He smoothed the flood of juices over her clit, over her lips, down further over the valley between her cunt and ass, over her beautiful ass, around the tight bud of her asshole. Very carefully, he slipped the tip of his middle finger into the tight bud of her asshole.

"Oh My God!" Rachel started bucking beneath him, fists knotted up in the sheets and blankets. Phillip slid two fingers of his other hand into her pussy and pumped hard, while his middle finger continued to slide slowly in and out of her ass. He felt the walls of her vagina grip him and release him over and over as the first waves of her orgasm began pulsing through her body.

Finally, when he could take it no more, he moved his hands from her cunt and ass and grabbed her hips, nudging his cock against the opening of her thoroughly drenched cunt. She wrapped her legs around him and he slid in slowly, inch by inch, moaning and throwing his head back as his cock glided into the soft velvet folds of still pulsing pussy.

"Fuck me," she whispered, her hands coming up to grab his ass, urging him deeper inside of her. "Please, fuck me, damn you."

Her voice drove him over the edge and he picked up the tempo, wanting nothing more than to fuck her as deeply, as hard, and as fully as he possibly could. The length of his cock bore home, pounding her as she lifted her hips up to join him. Hands on her hips he guided his cock into her over and over and over, real slow and hard, then moving faster and faster until her sweet tight cunt squeezed the first bit of his come out of him.

"Fuuuuuuuuck!" He cried out as he came, his load spurting deep inside her cunt. "Fuck, Rachel. Oh fuck! You feel so fucking good!"

Her nails dug into his ass as she clung to him for dear life, her orgasm clenching and unclenching his cock as he fucked her relentlessly.

Phillip woke up drenched in his own come and sweat. And achingly alone.

He had to have her.

That was the thought that kept him from focusing on work. He had to have her.

He had to have her.

He logged onto his email program and typed out a quick note. Her email address was memorized already. "Thinking of you. Hope you slept well." He signed his initials and sent it off. Only after hitting "Send" did he swear softly, regretting his actions. So consumed in her thought, Phillip had used his work email address.

* * * * *

It was lunch time. Rachel had to force herself to focus on work all morning. But now she waved off Carrie's offer to grab a bite to eat and instead pulled out a salad she had brought from home and logged onto her freebie email account used for her erotica writing.

There was an email there, but not the one she was hoping to see. This was from plairdon@sentinelnews.com. It seemed so official. No one ever wrote her using official email addresses. Her heart hammered loudly in her chest as she opened it up and read the quick note. It had to be from journo. It had to. It made her heart beat wildly and her thighs ache. Only he elicited such a response from her with a few simple words. It had to be him.

He had taken it a step further. He wanted her to know who he was. Quickly she dialed Carrie's extension, leaving a message to buzz her as soon as she came back. Meanwhile, Rachel loaded up her browser and checked out the Sentinal News website. Phillip Lairdon. There he was. Well. There his byline was. Political reporter. Good stuff. "Hmmm....Didn't write as well as I did, huh?" She chewed her lip lost in thought until Carrie came up behind her.

"What's up?"

"Look." Rachel pointed to the website. "I got another email. Meet our perv."

A quick scan of the news article before her was all it took to get Carrie to respond. "He could just be saying that," she noted with a bit of cynicism tainting her voice. "He could just be saying that's who he is."

"No. He emailed me from this-" Rachel pointed to the contact email address of Phillip Lairdon, "address. plairdon@sentinelnews.com."

"Hm. I don't know. I smell something fishy here. He's up to something. You're not getting the whole story, Rache."

"I'm going to write him back."

"That's fine."

"From my work address."

"Oh, Rachel, I wouldn't if-"

"It'll be fine. You'll see."

One more glance at Rachel, who was totally absorbed in the story on her screen, and Carrie backed off without another word.

"Phillip, Hi. Thanks for giving me your real email address and name. You do write well. Probably better than me. I'd better get back to work now. Have a great day. Thanks for thinking of me.

Cheers.

Rachel

PS. Do you find it a bit odd that we have the same names as the characters in my stories?"

She then copied and pasted his email address into her work email program and sent it off, wondering what he would think when he got a response from rachelp@thejournal.com.

* * * * *

Rachel. Rachel P. At The Journal. She was a journalist. He automatically trusted her. While most people do not hold journalists in the highest regard, Phillip knew that it would be a rare event indeed for a journalist to plagiarise another writer. And her name was really Rachel. What the fuck was going on here?

He immediately hit "Reply" wanting nothing more than to get to the bottom of this. He had to meet her. To see if she was the woman he dreamed about night after night. What was going on?

"Rachel.

"It's difficult not to think about you for some reason, although I'm not sure what the reason is at the moment.

"Yes, I find it odd that we have the same names as the characters in your stories. I wasn't expecting your name to be Rachel. I'd like to meet you. Regards,

Phillip

PS. What color are your eyes?"

Before he hit "Send" he erased the 'PS.' Geez, what was he thinking? He was thinking how bright a green her eyes glowed as she came. That's what he was thinking.

* * * * *

Rachel buzzed Carrie's phone and squealed when her friend answered. "He wants to meet me!!"

"Rachel! Get a grip! You have to meet deadline. You can't meet him!"

"Not now! He didn't say when. I can't work. I can't think."

"It's too soon. You can't just start meeting strangers off that pervy website. It's too dangerous."

"He's not dangerous."

"You don't know that. Talk with him a bit first. Read his stuff and see what you get out of that. Just don't meet him yet."

A sigh sounded through the phone. "You're right. It's too soon. I just ache for him, Carrie. I can't explain it."

"Well ache after deadline. You gotta get your head outta your ass and get back to work."

"I know. I know. Thanks."

After hanging up, Rachel turned back to her email to Phillip. Carrie was right. It was too soon. He could be an axe murderer.

"Dear Phillip. I'd like to meet you, too. But I don't normally meet strange men from this site. I'd need to get to know more about you first. Do you have a profile?

Rachel"

It took a while to re-focus, but soon Phillip was out of sight, out of mind. The article she wrote on fundraising efforts for a new playground was put to bed successfully a half hour before deadline.

As if on cue, her email notification jingled softly and with a knee-jerk reaction Rachel clicked on the throbbing icon....