Slutty Mama In Red
Posted on: May 17, 2010Submitted Story: She's A real Tit Teaser. SHe loves to show them Off
Sexy Bitch
Posted on: May 14, 2010Submitted Story: I love to pose....for all guys. posing sexy makes me horny and my pussy soaking wet. all i can think about is rock hard cock fucking my nasty used pussy. i love being out in public wearing revealing clothes and watching the men get turned on as thier wives get pissed off. they r just jealous because they dont look as good as me and they know their husbands want to fuck my brains out. i also wonder if they know that i would let them. its fun to show some strange guy at the store my nasty little pussy. i love watching their cocks grow in their pants.
24 Hours
Posted on: May 13, 2010It was cold out and yet we both walked as if we weren't covered in sweat from the intense workout we had just done. 30 minutes of cardio and 30 minutes of weights and we were spent. Yet we still walked side by side slow, like it wasn't freezing.
Strange how we seemed to park near each other on opposite ends of the row. I was in such a hurry to get there when I arrived I hadn't even noticed her car as I drove past it. I walked her up to her car and waited while she opened it and threw her towel in. As she turned around to face me it was like two magnets, we just stepped into an embrace and held each other. It was a most pleasant, sweaty hug a person could ever wish for. Desire proving the stronger of me, I lowered my open mouth to the backside of her neck and half kissed half suckled her neck. Even with a mouth full of hair it was still a most delicious kiss.
She whispered be nice into my ear. I could only issue a low deep throated moan. I told her I'd play nice. And even as the words left my lips, my hand was finding the curve of her hips and sliding down the slope of her heart shaped ass cheek. The shorts she was wearing were loose fitting, thin and allowed me plenty of space to move them out of the way and feel her naked cheek. She giggled and it turned me on even more.
Out here in the parking lot, under the parking lights, we held each other. Needing each other. Each one not wanting to push the other too far, not wanting to temp fate or our own self control.
She's too irresistible, the urge to touch bare skin is very powerful. I have to reach down the back of her shorts and squeeze a perfect round ass. Its marvelous, a most amazing sensation that sends moans through my body. She moans her approval and it triggers that all too familiar desire to kiss her. To taste her mouth on mine, her tongue dancing with mine. It only took seconds to make the connection but it felt like slow motion as I lowered my lips to meet hers and the warmth of her mouth flooded mine. Her pillow soft tongue sliding easily along mine, twisting and turning in perfect rhythm. Sometimes our kisses take on a mind of their own. We lose ourselves in the kiss, the world melts away, time stands still. In that moment we lost track of time, our surroundings and anything else that wasn't her or I.
My hand on her skin made her squirm with pleasure. Her squirming made me excited with anticipation. I pulled my hand out of the back of her pants and dragged my fingers along her hips, up her waist to her soft tummy. She has the kind of stomach that makes my mouth water every time I touch her. I tremble with expectation just from the energy she gives off. I let my fingers linger around her belly button. She rises up on her tip toes and I instinctively slide my hand down as she rises up. I find the rim of her shorts and press my hand into her till my fingertips slide under the waist band.
Inside her shorts out in the parking lot her body next to mine. I half anticipated her to grab my wrist. To stop me. She didn't, I continued on. I could feel her warmth through her panties. I wanted to touch her so bad. I continued on my decent into her shorts. I could feel her squirm the lower I got. It was as if I was no longer in control of my hands, they were being guided by her body. What she wanted I was willing to provide. What she needed I needed. I found that tender location and slowly applied pressure. We both froze in a moment of true understanding. This felt good.
I could feel her wanting me. I could only hope she felt how bad I wanted her. My hard on pressing into her side should have been enough of a hint. But for me, this wasn't about my physical needs or desires, this was about me touching her, feeling her moisture increase with each finger stroke. This was about me wanting to feel her come around my fingers right here, right now. I begged her, with a whisper in her ear. Please let me touch you. I was rewarded for my brazenness with her saying okay. She stepped away from me for a second to toss her keys onto her seat and then she returned to me.
My hand began caressing her body again and this time I didn't bother with her waist band this time. Her shorts were loose and her legs were cold so I warmed them up with long strokes of my hand. Quickly the strokes focused underneath her shorts. I found her warm and waiting. My fingers slid under her panties and found her skin to be even more electrifying then ever. The energy of my sexual desire was pouring off of me into her and she was returning it a hundred fold.
I slid my fingers between her legs. I was tasting her with my finger. She was so warm and inviting, I had to remind myself not to rush. I didn't want to cause pain only pleasure. I touched gently trying to entice more moans out of her. She grabbed my wrist and pulled me into her. I pushed hard. It was as if the further into her I pushed, the more excited she became. I could feel the moisture beginning to pour from her. I wanted more. I slid my finger back and forth along her opening until there was more then an abundance of excitement spread around, until my finger slid easily along the surface of her lips. Her moans urged me on, pushed me further inside her. I obliged both hers and my wishes. I entered her with just one finger and was rewarded with her grasping on to me tighter.
This woman makes me lose control, makes me lose my mind in sheer desire and passion. She has a way about her that taps into the very core of me, releasing every single romantic and sexual emotion I've ever had. In this moment, at this time, all I could think of was feeling her body grab hold of me finger and feeling the shudders of orgasm ripple through her body. I had a one track mind.
I slid my finger up inside her as far as I could reach given the angle we were at. She leaned into me and began to grind into my hand. Her whimpers of yes and oh were more then encouraging to me. I curved my finger so I could reach back up inside her, searching for that tender spot to achieve my ultimate goal. Her panting confirmed my actions were the proper ones. I caressed her softness, her warmth with slow determined circles. Back and forth I rubbed my finger inside her, using my hand to apply pressure to her tender button on the outside. My finger found soft ridges on the inside that made her whisper yes, right there in my ear. Her breath in my ear was like a jolt of adrenaline. I wanted her to come for me, I needed it.
I echoed her sentiments asking her right there, you like that yes. She could only moan yes back to me. I rubbed more intensely. I focused my attention on that wet spot that made her clench into me. I begged her to come for me. Please baby, please I want to feel you come. I want it to feel good, yes I want to feel you come on my hand, make my fingers wet. She continued to moan and pant into my ears. She whimpered a sound that I took to be yes, oh my god yes. One last plea from me, Baby I want you to come for me, show me how good it feels, come, come hard. She squealed into my neck and I felt the flood of her satisfaction, a warm sensation of pure thank you. I kept my arm around her, holding her close to me allowing her to fall into me, spent. I continued to rub and play in the mess I helped her create. I've never felt anything more delicious then her moisture. Slowly her breathing slowed and she was able to stand on her own. I held her close anyway.
Finally I pulled my hand out of her panties, with her essence completely coating my fingers. As I looked into her dreamy eyes and watched that satisfied smile appear on her face, I slid two wet fingers into my mouth and tasted the fruits of my labor. Her aroma alone is intoxicating. Her taste is clean, even after an hour of sweating, she still tastes so fresh and clean, so womanly. I dared not suck all of her from my hand, I needed to have her scent remain. Call me strange but I find her scent heavenly. She's like a drug that soothes and calms while sending the emotions and hormones into over drive. I inhaled her pheromones from my finger and I hoped she truly felt as good as her body smells like she does.
It felt like we had spent 24 hours there in that parking lot. I felt as if days had passed. The whole time took mere minutes, less then a minute. It felt like a lifetime to me. I usually know what she's thinking like she so easily reads my mind. We share a common wave length of happiness. She still rewarded me with the greatest ego stroke she could ever give me. I can't believe you made me come in 30 frickin seconds. She, in that one sentence, made me feel like the single most special man on the entire planet. 24 hours for me in 30 seconds for her.
It was a mutually beneficial moment. Not only did I get to touch her, not only did I get to taste her, but we maintained a sense of discipline, no clothing was removed, no sexual body parts were intermingled, yet she was able to achieve satisfaction. She came for me and I felt it on my hands, throughout my entire body.
One last kiss and she was in her car and driving away. Back to her reality as I was to return to mine. A moment of bliss in the midst of personal chaos. Our own personal little black hole where we are drawn to each other in an irresistible gravitational pull. She with the moist panties and oozing fluids, me with the scent of her body as my personal reward. We part physically, knowing we will never be separated mentally and emotionally. In the icy cold of the night, we found the heat of passion and made the most of it.
Rednkgrll Outdoor Flash
Posted on: May 13, 2010Submitted Story: It was a nice warm day and decided to flash.
Nature At Its Finest !!
Posted on: May 10, 2010Submitted Story: Out at the local ski hill on a beatifull spring day. Things started to heat up (in more ways than one) as the day continued on, so I decided to soak up some rays. Nothing like getting naked on a snow covered ski hill full of people!!
Playing In The Rain
Posted on: May 07, 2010Submitted Story: We went for a rainy sunday afternoon drive,and found this park,there were people driving all around use.While at the cabin,the park ranger showed up,i took off running in my thong and wet hair.Left my hubby to talk with him.The ranger keep looking out his windows for me as i hide behind the cabin.I was all wet in more than one way,from the rain to being caught,the car was in the drive out front.What a great day it was,and what a happy ending we had.
Good Girl
Posted on: May 05, 2010Submitted Story: I asked my girl to do a little interview and things got a bit steamy
Sleazy Motel
Posted on: May 05, 2010You've been instructed to rent a motel room in a specific motel. The motel is sleazy and you're nervous about going in, but you do. You approach the desk; the clerk sits behind an incredibly thick Plexiglas window. He looks you up and down, and you feel very self conscious. Does he know what you're up to? Do you know what you're up to? You pay in cash, but he makes you present an ID. This scares you, but your curiosity drives you on, you have to find out what's going to happen next.
Inside the motel room you open the second envelope. It contains further instructions detailing what you're to do once you're in the room. The first set told you what to wear and what to bring. The instructions tell you to strip down to bra, thong, and crotch-less fishnet pantyhose. The instructions tell you to fasten the leather dog collar, you purchased, around your neck...tightly.
You put it on noticing that your hands are trembling. Is it fear or excitement? Your hand unconsciously drifts to your crotch. You sense the building heat and feel moisture. You bite your lower lip. Should you go through with this?
Does he know you will? The instructions tell you to wait standing up, you feel defiant, yet you follow the instructions. There's a lamp next to the window, the instructions tell you once you've stripped down to turn it on and off, twice, quickly. You reach for the light and notice the griminess of the curtains. Why are you doing this? As your right hand reaches for the switch, your left brushes your damp crotch, answering the question for you.
You wait...standing. Ten minutes pass. You hear something in the hallway. There's a rustling by the door. It opens. You stare at him. He tells you, "Turn around, I didn't give you permission to look at me."
You continue to stare.
"Turn around bitch". This shakes you and you move, turning your back to him. You wait to hear the door close. Nothing.
You look over your shoulder, the door is open. Any one passing through the hall can see your naked ass peeking out of the fishnet's straps. The string of the thong covers nothing.
"Who told you to turn around?" he barks.
"Fold your arms on that table and rest your head on your arms."
Obeying, you move ahead. The table, its far side touching the dirty curtains, is low and your head is now lower than your ass.
You wait for the door to close and hear nothing. Color rises in your face. You tell yourself no-one can see your face, they won't know it's you, but that's not enough. You try to will him to shut the door. It doesn't happen. He steps up close to you and places a black leather bag on the floor.
"Do you want to this to stop right now?"
You don't know what to say.
"Answer me," he says, "right now. Do you want this to end this second?"
You're not sure why, curiosity or the heat in your crotch, but you manage, breathlessly to say," No."
"No what?" he demands. What does he want, you ask yourself? Unsure, you say," No I don't want it end this second."
"Then follow my instructions to the letter. You've already earned five strokes. Do you understand?"
Quietly you let out a soft," Yes."
He reaches down into the bag and pulls out a wicked looking, braided leather riding crop. In the instructions there was a safe word. But the instructions clearly said once you use the safe word the session comes to an end. You hear him crack the crop into the palm of his hand. The door, the door, close the door, you chant in your head. Instead he steps in front of you and pulls open the curtains. You want to look up to see what or who might be outside the window but you don't want to disobey. He steps back behind you.
You hear voices from the hall. They sound like they're coming nearer. The air is split with the hiss of the crop. It hits your ass, burning like fire. You let out a yelp. Just then you hear footfalls right outside the door. The footsteps pass. Then you hear the voices, boys', receding down the hall, "Did you see that shit?"
"What the fuck was that?"
"Don't let out a sound," he says," don't touch your ass."
You fight the urge to rub your burning ass. He cracks your ass again. The third lick comes at an angle, extending from your ass down to the soft, tender flesh, inside your left thigh. It burns worse than your ass.
You feel a tear begin to form in the corner of your left eye. Don't cry, you tell yourself, don't cry. The next one angles down the inside of your right thigh. The last one. He takes a step back, you hear the swish of the crop. It comes up dead center between your parted thighs. The crop's shaft stings your asshole, and the popper on the end snaps the bud of your clit. You suck in a deep breath, your knees buckle. That's it, you tell yourself, that hurt. As the burning in your clit subsides you feel the abused bud swelling, engorged with blood and imagine it glowing red.
You sense him moving closer, standing behind you. You hear a mechanical click. You feel the cold steel of his switch blade tracing an arc across your upturned ass. He slips the knife under the waist band of your thong, splitting the fibers, once, then twice. Your thong falls helplessly between your legs to the floor. Your pussy is naked to the air.
Is he going to fuck me now, you wonder?
"Get down on all fours and look at the floor."
He is going to fuck me. You feel a pulse of moisture in your cunt, there is a throb in your clit. Surely he'll shut the door before he fucks me. You see his hand reach into his bag. He pulls out some kind of strap. Your ass still stings, you don't want to be whipped again. You move your lips, mouthing the safe word silently. Then you feel his hand on your neck, he's fastened something to the dog collar. It's a leash.
"I'm going to ask you a question," he says, "don't speak; just nod your head."
"Do you want the door closed?"
You shake your head rapidly and then feel foolish for your enthusiasm.
"All right, on all fours, look at the floor, over to the door, and don't tug on the leash."
He's right behind you holding the leash, your sure he can see your asshole wink and pussy lips shift as you awkwardly make your way to the door. The slack goes out of the leash and you slow down.
"You take to the lead real well, bitch."
You're happy he's pleased, yet you hate yourself for wanting to please him when he's debasing you.
Your cheeks are burning as you approach the door. Then you hear them coming. It's a man and a woman.
"You want the door shut?" he asks. You almost answer but you catch yourself and nod your head wildly.
"I'll shut it but first turn your ass around."
You point your ass at the open doorway.
"Put your ass up and your head down."
The couple is almost to the door. He gives a sharp tug on the leash, it shocks you.
"Now shake your ass like you want it."
He doesn't have to explain what "it" is, you do want "it". You obey, your lewd wiggling motion sending an unexpected tingle through your cunt. The woman gasps as she sees your display. Then you hear him say, "What are you staring at? Haven't you ever seen a bitch in heat before?"
Your burning face burrows in to the room's musty carpet, yet you feel a drop of your pussy's goo running down the inside of your right thigh. The door slams shut.
How long did they watch me, you ask yourself. Why did that get to me? You sense him closing in behind you. You feel his hand run up your right thigh.
"Hoo hoo", he laughs, "what in the hell is this?"
You hear him sniff his hand.
"That got you hot?
"You little bitch."
"This is your pussy's sap isn't it?"
He puts his hand on your right cheek bone and lightly rubs your girl cream into your face.
"I can't believe that got you dripping."
You're face is burning, but you can't deny the moisture running down your leg or the throb of your pulse beating in your clit.
"That little lamb pit of yours is just dripping, isn't it cunt?"
The second he says it you feel a pulse in your cunt. You feel his eyes on your box and you know he can see the liquid that's oozing down your thighs. Impatiently he barks, "Answer me slut."
You're so horny you can't think straight, what does he want me to say? Hiss...whack, the crop lands on your upturned vulva. Involuntarily you crawl a step forward. He laughs as he reaches out, touching the wet lips of your cunt with his crop holding hand. With a will seemingly their own your hips rock toward his hand.
"You really are a little slut, aren't you?"
You sense some humor in his voice and you take comfort in that. Meekly you answer, "Yes."
"No say it!"
Breathlessly, your cheeks reddening, you say, "Yes, I'm a horny little slut."
"Again, louder!"
"I'm a horny little slut!"
Gently he lets the crop caress your pussy. The shaft slides back and forth through the crest of your cunt, touching your clit. You thrust your hips back to meet it. He laughs.
"You got off showing that couple your pussy, didn't you?"
You don't even want to think about that. You close your eyes tightly trying to block that thought out.
Whack, the crop bisects the stream of pussy juice running down the inside of your right thigh."
"When I speak to you, I expect an answer."
Whack, he cracks your left thigh. Before the welt can turn red you answer, "Yes, having them see my pussy made me hot."
You're not sure it's true but you don't want to be swatted again.
"I believe you," he says. The handle of the crop has a small knob at the very end; he pushes it into your fuck hole. It glides in effortlessly. Mustering your pride, you will yourself not to hunch on it. Is he right? Did it get to me? He slides it out, filling you with regret.
"How about the boys in the hall and the construction workers at the window?"
Your head jerks up; you look toward the grimy curtains. They're open, construction workers parade by, craning their necks each time they pass. Crack!!! This one catches both cheeks, hard.
"Yes," You blurt out.
"Yes what?"
"It got to me...to have them watching."
"We'll see," he says. You find no comfort in his tone now. Still holding the leash he steps up next to your shoulders. He gives the leash a firm tug and steps toward the window. You follow.
"Good girl," he says. You chastise yourself for being thrilled by his condescending praise.
"Now get up on the table on your hands and knees, face the window." As you climb up he lightly pokes your cunt with the handle of the crop.
"Tip your chin up, so they can see your face."
Your scarlet cheeks feel like they're on fire.
"I want you to look at them as they walk by. If I catch you putting your head down or closing your eyes...," he trails off but reaches into his bag and pulls out perforated wooden paddle.
He gives your ass a swat, not hard, just enough to give you an idea what a real crack from the paddle will feel like. You hear the click of his switch blade again and feel its icy point traveling up your spine. He splits your bra's left shoulder strap, the right, and then sliding the blade under the back strap next to the clasps he slices once more. Your bra falls to the table and your tits swing free. A construction worker stops in his tracks mesmerized by your swaying tits. You hear a distant voice yelling, the worker shakes his head and moves on.
He says," I'm going to play with your cunt now, but you are not to come. If I think you've come I'll paddle your ass red and the session will end. Do you understand?"
Quietly you say, "Yes."
"Yes what?"
"I'm not to come."
"Can you handle that?"
Your voice catches in your throat. You inhale and force the words out," I don't know."
He laughs, "I bet you don't."
You stare ahead, thankfully no workers pass for what seems like half a minute. You feel him touching your cunt. He's gently tugging on your labia majora. He lightly pinches one then the other, you feel them puffing up as blood rushes to them. Now he's tugging on your labia minora, the one that protrudes a bit more than its mate. You've always been self conscious about its shape, you wonder if it's normal. He seems to sense your discomfort and continues to worry it. You feel your hips thrusting back to his hands. He laughs at your submission. Still your hips pump.
Now there are two workers outside the window. They're watching you intently, and talking to each other out of the corners of their mouths. You start to dip your head; you don't want to look at them. He sees this as he sees them. He lets go of your pussy lip and grabs your hair, roughly pulling your eyes up, forcing you to look at them. They smile.
"Do you want me to stop?"
"Please close the curtain."
"I asked if you want me to stop."
As he says this he's spread his index and middle finger into a "V" and is rubbing them up and down either side of your clit. Your cunt is dripping and you feel your orgasm building up.
"No," you say, it comes out in a husky rasp.
He keeps rubbing. Now a third guy has joined the first two. They're watching you, looking right in your face and they're laughing. He takes his fingers away from your clit. You're frantic because you were within seconds of coming, but surprisingly you're glad because you didn't disobey.
"You like showing off for the workers, Bitch?"
You choke out a sob that was meant to be a compliant yes. You're not sure that's true, all you know for sure is you want to come, at this point nothing else matters.
"Well don't come."
As he says that he slides his thumb into your fuck hole. He's pressing down on the front wall of your vagina, probing your cunt's interior. He finds your G-spot. You respond by thrusting your pelvis up and back, attacking his thumb.
This emboldens the workers, they step closer, and they're pointing at you, calling you names. He's hammering your G-spot now. You feel your knees shaking. You can't hold back much longer. His thumb thrusts nudge your face closer to the window. One of the workers comes to the window, pulls out his cock and presses it to the glass. The worker calls you a slut and a whore. Every thought you have is focused on your impending orgasm.
"Please," you beg," can I come? I'm going to come if you don't stop."
The worker hears you, and taunts you," Come on this cunt."
He jacks his cock right before your eyes.
"You come and it's over," he reminds you as he continues tantalizing your G-spot. Suddenly a big man appears in the window grabbing the shirt collar of the man who's been jacking off in your face.
"Get back to work you assholes," he yells, then you catch his eye. Giving the jack off a shove he looks into your red face and mouths the words," What in the fuck?"
Then they're all gone. It's just you and his thumb and you feel like you're going to explode. You don't want him to stop, you've got to come, you've got to. In a guttural voice you beg him," Please...please can I come now, if you don't stop for a second I'll have to come."
He slows almost imperceptibly, and says," Don't you dare come without my permission."
There's a hammering at the room's door. He pulls his thumb from your trembling cunt and says," Don't you move as much as an inch."
You hear the door open and you hear him growl, "What the fuck do you want?"
"I want you to close those fucking curtains so I can get my crew back to work."
"You better talk to her," he says. You hear the foreman enter the room, you hear them both walk towards you.
"Christ," the foreman says, "this fucking room reeks of pussy."
You sense the foreman is standing close to you but you're too mortified to look up.
"Talk to her, "he says, "she's the one who gets off on an audience." You think you feel your pussy lips quiver and you hope neither of them sees this. Then he says, "You'll see what I mean. Watch this."
He begins rolling your clit like a marble in oil. You can't believe he's doing this to you, right in front of this stranger, yet your hips begin bucking against his fingers. You tell yourself it's just because he's worked you up to this fever pitch He re-inserts his thumb in your cunt; he's back on your G-spot. You're thrusting back now, humping your G-spot against his thumb. You tell yourself you hate having the foreman watch. It's just that you're so horny you can't help responding. He says to the foreman, "Ask her if having you watching her turns her on?"
He steps up the pace on your G-spot; you know you can't hold back much longer. You moan. The foreman bends down and looks right in your beet red face and in a choking, thick voice asks, "Does me watching get you off lady?"
You're ready to come now. Your lips are pulled back in a grimace, you chant," Oh, fuck, oh fuck."
Suddenly he pulls his thumb from your dripping snatch.
"Answer him," he says. You say," Don't stop, please don't stop."
"Answer him!"
"Yes," you say.
"Yes what? Don't tell me tell him."
You look at the foreman for the first time. Your eyes are even with his belt buckle. You see the bulge in his pants. You're scared but you've got to come.
"Yes it turns me on having you watch."
He puts his thumb back in your sopping fuck hole, working your sweet spot. Some of the construction workers have drifted back to the window.
"All right," He says, "you can come bitch." You piston your hips onto his soaking hand. Your guts tighten up. It's coming. You stop breathing. It's here. You exhale. It hits you in multiple waves. Your pussy walls flutter and clench hard on his thumb. He knows you and he knows you're coming now. You begin to chant, "Oh fuck, oh fuck..." until your knees give out and you collapse on the table.
"Lady, you beat all" the foreman says, his voice so choked with emotion he can barely get the words out. The foreman begins unconsciously rubbing his hard cock through his chino work pants. The foreman looks out the window and sees his men lollygagging. The foreman looks down at you with scorn. "For all I care once four o'clock rolls around you can fuck my whole crew," the foreman says," but just close the fucking curtains 'til then."
Then he says, "I think he wants an answer..."
"Yes," you murmur. The foreman says, "Well?"
He says, "Well...close the curtains."
Shaking, you reach your fish-net clad left leg out for the floor, realizing this gaps your cunt and both of them are watching. Off the table you close the curtains, and remain facing the wall. The foreman clears his throat, you sense him eying you up, and down. He says," Is that it?"
The foreman, obviously aroused and reluctant to leave, says, "Yeah... I guess so."
You hear him exit the room. He grabs both your shoulders and spins you around. Your knees continue to wobble; it's been just too much. He lifts your chin and looks deep in your eyes. You want to turn away but you don't, you look back into his eyes. He smiles, you find no comfort in this smile. You're still shaken; the delayed orgasm was mind blowing. You're unclear about how you feel about the construction workers watching. Maybe if they couldn't have seen your face. But it was so very dirty. You feel a twinge in your cunt; your left knee is shaking. He chuckles
"Those men watched you come."
"I, I, "you stammer but you can't finish your thought.
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