LESBIAN CONFESSIONS & SECRET BROTHELS

A LESBIAN SEXTRAVAGANZA

Jennifer Power

Peyton Press * Los Angeles

Copyright © 2012 by Jennifer Power

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Published and printed in the United States of America

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CONTENTS

Introduction

1

Lesbian First Times: 10 Lesbians Share Their First Sexual Experience With a Woman

2

Lesbian Strap-On Role Play: 10 Lesbians Share Their Favorite Strap-On Role Play Experience

3

Lesbian Brothel: An Erotic Lesbian Adventure

INTRODUCTION

Lesbian Confessions & Secret Brothels, by erotica writer Jennifer Power, combines the author’s three best-selling titles into one spectacularly scintillating, titillating and endlessly arousing book of lesbian erotica.

In the following pages are full reprints of:

Lesbian First Times: 10 Lesbians Share Their First Sexual Experience With a Woman

Lesbian Strap-On Role Play: 10 Lesbians Share Their Favorite Strap-On Role Play Experience

Lesbian Brothel: An Erotic Lesbian Adventure

LESBIAN FIRST TIMES

10 Lesbians Share Their First Sexual Experience With a Woman

Jennifer Power

Peyton Press * Los Angeles

CONTENTS

Introduction

1

Heather

2

Meghan

3

Kristen

4

Maria

5

Kori

6

Debbie

7

Jennifer

8

Diane

9

Taylor

10

Sarah

INTRODUCTION

Lesbian First Times is an erotic collection of 10 lesbians’ detailed descriptions of their first sexual experience with a woman. The women were asked by lesbian author Jennifer Power to provide as much detail as possible and to hold nothing back in their retelling of these intimate encounters. Jennifer compiled these stories from real women after discovering that most books on the market about lesbian sexual experiences were obviously written by men, in men’s voices, and involved male fantasies.

In Lesbian First Times you will hear from real lesbians and read about their real first times.

1

Heather

High School English Teacher

24 years old

My first lesbian sexual experience was with a high school volleyball teammate when I was 16. I was a pretty good athlete, but Leah was the star of the team, and she was beautiful. The kind of girl who looked better bare-faced than most women do with full makeup. But she cared more about sports, being adventurous and living life to the fullest than she did about appearances, and I knew a lot of girls had crushes on her. There were rumors that she had been romantically involved with girls at school since she was 13, but I didn’t know if they were really true. I was among the many girls who had crushes on Leah, but I wasn’t yet sure that I was lesbian and would have died if anyone found out about my feelings.

In our first volleyball tournament of our Junior year, we had to travel out-of-state and stay overnight in a hotel. To save money, we had to double-up in single rooms and our coach placed Leah and I together. She apparently assumed (wrongly) that there would be no “inappropriate” sexual contact with me since I always acted so feminine and uninterested in girls.

After winning our game the first night and celebrating with a brief team dinner, our coach sent us back to our rooms so we could get plenty of rest for our matches the following day. Much to my surprise, Leah pulled a bottle of tequila out of her gym bag after kicking back on the bed. “Ready for some shots, Heth?” she asked. “Time to celebrate!” she added enthusiastically. I had only had a beer or two here and there, but shots were new to me. Still high from our hard-earned win on the volleyball court, though, I said, “Yeah! Why not?”

I sat beside Leah as she prepared our drinks in the plastic hotel cups. The tequila was horrible and I thought I might vomit the first time I tried it, but after awhile the pleasant buzz made me forget the bad taste. Leah and I laughed and talked about the game, about the other girls on the team, about the coach, school, etc. And then it slipped … I asked her about the rumors. Had she really been with girls since she was 13?

“What do you think?” she asked in reply. I was feeling tipsy and warm, but I didn’t want to insult her. I laughed and said, “I don’t know. They’re just rumors. I’m sorry. I was stupid for asking.”

“Have you been with any girls?” she asked as she moved a little closer on the bed and placed her drink on the end table.

“Me? No!” I replied, a little embarrassed. I poured and sipped a little more tequila as I tried to think of how to change the subject.

“Why not?” she asked. As I struggled to formulate an answer to this question, I felt something warm touch my knee. I was wearing shorts, and the warmth and softness of her hand sent a tingling sensation up my thigh. It was at that moment, the very first time Leah touched me intimately, that I was certain that I was lesbian. I suddenly and passionately wanted her more than anything I’ve ever wanted in my life.

“Uh … um … I don’t know …,” I stammered, still trying to think of a reason for not having ever been with a girl. She had a look in her eyes that I’ll never forget as she gently moved her hand up my thigh and leaned in for a kiss. Those half-lidded bedroom eyes, full of desire and passion. She kissed me gently at first as her hand moved from my upper thigh to my left breast. One thing Leah wasn’t is shy. If she wanted something, she always went for it, and she was definitely going for it now. I moaned with pleasure as she caressed and massaged my breast through my team shirt and began probing my mouth with her tongue. I could feel the tequila and excitement coursing through my body as I became more aroused by this sexy stud of a woman. I had no more willpower. I pulled her closer to me and pressed my body against hers.

“Take that shirt off,” Leah ordered as she got up, dimmed the lights and removed her own top. I had seen her beautiful 36-B’s many times in the showers and had often wondered how they would feel. She was so toned and tight, but her breasts jiggled and swayed in a distinctly feminine way. When Leah came back to the bed and lay down on top of me, her breasts touching mine, I thought I would orgasm at that very moment. She was straddling my leg and grinding her thigh into my pussy while she rubbed her own pussy on my thigh. We still had our shorts on, but not for long.

Leah began kissing and sucking my neck as we continued to grind against each other. Then she moved down to my breasts, first massaging and kissing just one, then both. She nibbled and sucked on the nipples, and squeezed them with her strong, athletic hands. Then I felt one of those hands slide gently down my body, into my shorts and under my panties. “You’re so wet,” she whispered as she gently inserted her middle finger into me and caressed my clit with her thumb. I arched my back and pushed myself into her hand as encouragement to continue, and she took the hint. Leah smiled, inserted a second finger and continued thrusting them in and out of me. “How does that feel, Heth?” she asked seductively and mischievously. “Soooo good,” I heard myself respond in my haze of pleasure, excitement and mild intoxication.

Leah ran the tip of her tongue from my breasts down my stomach to the waistline of my shorts. In one swift and almost imperceptible move, she had my shorts and panties around my knees. She lifted my legs and pulled them the rest of the way off. She spread my legs and quickly reinserted the two fingers she had previously been using to stimulate me. This time, though, instead of her thumb on my clit, I felt her tongue. It was so warm and soft, my body instantly responded with a reflexive thrust into her face. Leah continued to fill my tight, virgin pussy with her fingers until I was on the verge of orgasm. Her entire mouth was enveloping my pussy, her tongue lapping hungrily at my throbbing clit, but just as I began to approach climax, she rose up, slipped off her shorts and panties, and straddled me so that her pussy was directly above mine. She smiled and grabbed one of my breasts as she let the tip of her clit touch and tease mine. I had never been so turned on in my life, and thrust my pussy up into hers.

“Oh … someone is enjoying this, I see,” Leah cooed. “I always knew you liked girls, Heth. Did you think I didn’t notice you checking me out in the shower?”

It turned me on even more to know that she had caught me, and that she already knew. I just smiled, grabbed her ass with both hands and pulled her pussy in closer so that we were now pressed together fully. Leah took the cue and began grinding and thrusting into me. She leaned over me and the sight of her beautiful swinging breasts intensified my arousal. I moved my hands from her firm, soft ass to feel her tits as they moved. It was an incredible turn-on having Leah’s pussy on mine and her tits in my hands. It felt like a dream – too unbelievably pleasurable to really be happening. But it was.

I could tell that Leah enjoyed having her breasts touched because her pussy grinding became noticeably more passionate and intense when I squeezed and sucked on her breasts. Seeing her so excited amped me up even more. Every time her clit rubbed against mine in all that warm wetness, I thought I would cum. Leah apparently must have felt the same way, because she grabbed me by the hips, pulled my pelvis hard and tight into hers and thrust four or five times before she climaxed. I’ll never forget that moment. I was blown away by how good it felt as she pressed herself harder and harder into my dripping wet pussy. Her throbbing, pulsating clit transferred its pleasure to my own, like one match lighting another, and I exploded into multiple orgasms. I could feel them roll through my body, one after another, as Leah continued to thrust into me and get her own pleasure from my pussy. I could feel our intermingled juices sliding down my buttocks and imagined that it was Leah’s cum. I felt like I had been fucked by her, the team stud, and I savored the idea that evidence of her pleasure was in my most private areas. Leah kissed me deeply and sensually afterward and we fell asleep in each other’s arms.

My first experience was so intensely exciting, stimulating and sensual that I still frequently masturbate to thoughts of it today.

2

Meghan

Attorney

32 years old

The first girl I had sex with was in college. Her name was Sandi and we were first-year dormmates. I had always known that I was lesbian, but never told anyone and never acted on it. I focused on academics and was always the “good girl,” but when I went away to college and finally had some freedom, I decided that I would explore a little. The moment I saw Sandi, I knew she was the one I wanted to explore with. She was the cute, funny, surfer-girl type and I really liked her laid-back attitude. She had a great body with a perfect bubble-butt and perky breasts. Sandi dated guys, but seemed like the fun-loving type who might be open to trying something new, so I decided that I would give it a shot the night we completed semester finals. The end of finals was always a good excuse to celebrate and have a little fun.

When Sandi came back to our dorm room after her last final, she looked a little drained, but I perked her up. “Congratulations!” I yelled. “We did it! Yay for us! Our first semester behind us!” I raised a celebratory But Light and handed her a bottle. Sandi perked up at this and said “Cheers!” before taking a long swig of her beer. “Thank God that’s over,” she added as she plopped down on the couch. We chatted and drank a little more before Sandi pulled out a joint and started smoking. She passed it to me, and I slid into a nice, mellow, relaxed groove. I sat next to her on the sofa and let my knee remain touching hers while we chatted. When I noticed her looking at our knees, I put my hand on her thigh and bluntly asked, “Have you ever been with a girl?” She said she hadn’t, but confessed that she had thought about it, so I slid my hand to her inner thigh and leaned forward to kiss her. Much to my delight, Sandi met my mouth and returned the kiss. Although I had never done this before, I didn’t feel as awkward as I had expected. It all felt very natural, like my body was leading me, not the other way around.

I instinctively slid my hand between her legs and rubbed my fingers into her warm crotch. When I felt her grab my breast and squeeze, I knew it was “game on,” and I moved in closer. I turned her around on the sofa so she could lie down on her back and I could be above her. I unbuttoned her pants and removed them as she took off her top and bra. Her breasts were larger than I had imagined, and it turned me on to finally get to see them after a long semester of fantasy. I quickly removed my clothes and positioned myself between her legs. I placed my hands on her bent knees and enjoyed the view. “Look at that sweet pussy,” I said as I slowly spread her legs open and closed. I had dreamt of this pussy, and now I was only inches away from it. I moved forward and leaned in to kiss her. Her soft lips tasted like Bud Light, and I felt the urge to nibble on the bottom one as I pressed my pussy into her pelvis. I understood right then why some lesbians like strap-ons. I felt such a strong urge to enter her and fill her pussy while I kissed and caressed her. The next best thing was my tongue, and I couldn’t wait to go down.

As I slowly kissed my way down Sandi’s taut young body, I marveled at how good she smelled. Just like a flower. A flower being de-flowered, I thought. When I made it to her pussy, I was hungry with desire. I wanted to completely consume it with my mouth, and give her a pleasure she had never known. I made my tongue flat and broad and pressed it against her clit. She writhed around and pushed her hips forward, so I knew she liked it. I teased and sucked her clit until I could feel her wetness covering the lower part of my face. I was still rubbing her breasts and stomach with my left hand, but brought my right hand up to help stimulate Sandi’s juicy pussy. At this point, I was propped up on the couch with one knee over the side and my own pussy pushed against the corner of the cushion. While I was pleasuring Sandi, our couch was pleasuring me with each pelvic thrust.

Sandi was moaning and massaging her own tits while I ate her out. Eventually I felt her hand on the back of my head, pressing me harder into her, and I knew she was ready to cum. I slid three fingers in and out of her tight, wet pussy and sucked her clit until she let out a wail of orgasmic pleasure. She must have thrust her pussy in my face 15 more times before finally draining herself. The rhythmic spasms of her orgasming pussy muscles on my fingers sent me over the top after a few more pelvic thrusts into the couch cushion. We were both completely spent and satisfied. We remained snuggling on the couch for a long time, smoking pot and caressing each other’s bodies until we fell asleep.

Although it was my first time, it felt like something I had done all my life. Like something I was meant to do, and meant to love. I adore women, and I absolutely love being a lesbian.

3

Kristen

Accountant

26 years old

What I consider to be my very first actual lesbian experience happened when I was 13 and one of my 14-year-old friends from school, Michelle, slept over. I was kind of a tomboy and wasn’t very sexually knowledgeable or advanced, but Michelle was one of the popular pretty girls and already knew things. She had told me it hurts the first time you do it with a boy, and she knew because she had already done it with the most popular boy in class, Garrett.

While talking about boys on my bed at night, Michelle took one of her pillows and put it between her legs – wedged up into her crotch. She asked me if I had ever done that with a pillow and I told her no. She encouraged me to try it, and when I did I could see immediately why she liked it. It felt so good. My immature little pussy tingled all over and felt moist and soft. I reached down and positioned the pillow so that I could feel more of it and Michelle said, “Do it like this, it’s the best way.” She flipped over onto her stomach with the pillow still wedged between her legs and began grinding her hips into it. I copied her and felt the intensified delight between my legs. I started thinking about Michelle and what her pussy must feel like at that moment. I felt a desire to see it and touch it while I felt this wonderful new sensation.

“What do you think about when you do this?” I asked her.

“Usually Garrett,” she said. “But sometimes Tony,” she added, referring to a rough kid from another school who I didn’t know.

“Did you do it with Tony, too?” I asked.

“Just once,” she replied. “But I’ve done it with Garrett more. He’s better.”

“What makes him better?” I asked, seeking fuel for the fantasy that was going on in my head as I rubbed my excited pussy against this pillow and imagined Michelle with Garrett’s penis in her.

“I don’t know. It’s hard to explain,” she said, then paused. “Come over here and I’ll show you.”

I wasn’t sure what she was saying exactly, but I obeyed. I let go of my pillow and moved closer to her on the bed. She continued to plow her pussy into that pillow while I just watched. Finally, she flipped over onto her back, pillow still wedged between her legs, in her crotch.

“Get on top,” she said, “like Garrett would be.”

“On top of the pillow?” I asked?

“Yes. You’re Garrett and the pillow’s his wee-wee. Just get on top and straddle it.”

It was one of those square throw pillows, so it wedged nicely between my legs and hers for a firm, stimulating fit. Michelle and I both giggled and joked as I did my best Garrett impression and talked about sticking my penis in her. But while I was joking around, I was also incredibly turned on, and getting hotter by the minute. I suspected Michelle was, too. She eventually grabbed my hips and pulled me harder and faster into the pillow and into her. I rubbed my clit on the ridge while looking at her laughing face and imagining the stimulated, spread, wet pussy that lay beneath the pillow. With this intensely arousing image in mind, I unintentionally orgasmed in several waves. I pounded into Michelle over and over and reached for her only slightly-developed breasts as I climaxed. I squeezed briefly, then let go and pretended I was just being like Garrett. After I felt that heavenly feeling, I was determined to give it to Michelle. I kept pushing the pillow into her pussy while asking her things like, “What does it feel like when Garrett’s weiny is in you? Have you ever sucked him? Does he do it like this?” I finally saw the look of ecstasy on her face that I had experienced moments earlier. Neither of us told the other that we had an orgasm. We just pretended we had been playing around, but I think we both secretly knew better.

4

Maria

Basketball Coach

36 years old

I’ve played sports my whole life, and my first lesbian experience occurred, where else, in a locker room. I was 15 and playing basketball for my high school team and had been flirting off and on all year with a cute girl on the team named Buffy. Her real name was Brenda, but everyone called her Buffy. She was about 5’5” and 130 pounds with a beautiful body – large, soft breasts, gentle curves and an ass I could look at all day. Buffy and I had stayed late after practice on this particular night to help the coach prepare for a big tournament that weekend. After helping the coach out, he left and told us to be sure to lock up after our showers.

It was the first time Buffy and I had ever had the showers all to ourselves, and we got a little playful. We were showering next to each other when she dropped her soap. When she bent to pick it up, I jokingly grabbed her by the hips and thrust my pussy up against that gorgeous full ass that I had admired for so long. It felt like a bolt of electricity went through me. Her hips were so soft, and it was intensely erotic to see my pussy against her. “Don’t drop the soap!” I exclaimed.

Buffy stood straight up with her soap in hand, smiled and said, “Well in that case, I might just drop it again.” She looked straight at me as she again purposely dropped her soap, turned around and bent over. She held the pose as though she, too, had enjoyed it the first time.

I, of course, was more than happy to oblige. I again held her hips and pressed by pelvis into her ass. I held my pussy against her soft, wet skin and massaged her firm cheeks as the warm water fell over us. I then took my own soap and rubbed it gently across her back as I began softly thrusting into her.

“Hold your ankles,” I said, and she leaned further over. Her pussy was fully exposed to me from the rear now and I thought I would cum just looking at it. Her big tits were hanging down in her face and she was presenting this sweet peach to lucky me. How could I resist? I moved the bar of soap over her cheeks, then between her legs. I tickled her clit with it as I rubbed her ass with my free hand. I moved the soap in between her pussy lips and loved seeing them spread open and closed, open and closed. I grabbed her soapy pussy with the hand that was on her ass and squeezed it.

“Is this my pussy, Buffy?” I asked, as I felt my own sexual juices starting to emerge from my pussy lips.

“Yes,” Buffy said with a shy smile.

I put the soap away and rinsed her pussy off, and then slid two fingers inside. She was wetter on the inside than the outside. While she was still bent over, I knelt down, stuck my tongue inside her warm, wet vagina and reached forward to feel her pendulous breasts. As I tongued her, I massaged and squeezed her breasts and nipples, and she kept pushing back into my face. I loved feeling her tasty pussy push further into my mouth. I knew she craved even more tongue, and I gave her everything I had. I teased her clit with quick little flicks of the tip before completely sucking and eating every bit of her gorgeous pussy. I ate her, fingered her and caressed her breasts until I felt Buffy cum in my mouth. She tasted just as good as she looked.

I’ll never forget that night eating Buffy in the shower. She was irresistible and delicious, and she taught me that nothing in the world is as exciting as giving a woman an orgasm. I once read that men in ancient times believed that when they had sex with women, they were “communing with the Gods” because it was such a pleasurable and euphoric experience. I can completely understand how and why they came to that conclusion. It’s a bliss with no match.

5

Kori

Makeup Artist

28 years old

How could I ever forget my first lesbian sexual experience? It was one of the most exciting moments of my life. When I visited my cousin, Tanya, every summer, we always hung out with her neighbor, Dani, a suave little butch girl who was our age. She was tough and smart, and even as a kid, she knew she was a chick-magnet. She just had that naturally-cool quality about her.

When we were 17, Tanya, Dani and I went to see a movie at a local theatre. Dani sat in the middle while Tanya sat to her left and I sat to her right. We split a large popcorn and Dani held it between her legs while Tanya and I dipped in. At one point during the movie, I missed the popcorn bucket and my hand landed on Dani’s crotch. I immediately blushed from embarrassment and apologized, but she just smiled. I briefly wondered if maybe she had moved the popcorn on purpose, but quickly dismissed the idea as wishful thinking.

Later during the movie, however, something happened that convinced me that the popcorn mishap had been intentionally engineered. I felt Dani’s hand on my thigh. I looked down at it, then looked at her and saw her staring back at me. She leaned over and whispered, “Just enjoy the show.” And I did, while she proceeded to massage my inner thigh and occasionally brush my crotch. I could feel myself getting wet, and could see my nipples harden through my blouse. Dani had a truly magical touch, and it was an amazing turn-on.

Eventually she worked her way, over my jeans, to my clit and lips and squeezed and rubbed her fingers around. I felt like an instrument that she was playing, and my pleasure was the music. Dani seemed to know exactly what she was doing, and I saw her glancing over at my erect nipples more than once. I could tell she was enjoying this just as much as I was.

Finally, during a high-speed chase and shoot-out scene in the movie, she rubbed me fast and hard until I came. I grabbed her hand and pressed it against me. I thought I saw Tanya look over to see what was happening, but I was too immersed in my mind-blowing orgasm to care. I could feel Dani press her fingers harder into my clit as I attained my final release, and I held them there for several moments afterward. When I eventually let go of her hand, she let it linger on my thigh and continued to caress it gently and lovingly. It was very clear why all the ladies loved Dani. She was a true master of the finger-fuck, even fully-clothed.

Dani’s family moved away later that year and we lost touch over time, but I’ve never forgotten her or her incredible talent.

6

Debbie

Psychologist

41 years old

My first lesbian experience was when I was 30, and happened shortly after I divorced my husband of two years. I had befriended a woman at my book club, Lauri, who had been very supportive through my difficult marriage and divorce. Lauri and I both enjoyed reading, talking about books, philosophizing, and just generally enjoying each other’s company. I knew something was up when I felt closer to her than to my husband, but I still wasn’t sure what.

Then one cold, rainy November night, we found ourselves in a situation. The book club meeting had been held at her house that evening and I had stayed late to chat with her one-on-one. In the middle of our conversation, all the lights went out. In the darkness, the heavy pounding of the rain on the roof was more evident than before. This was clearly a more significant storm than either of us had realized.

Lauri turned on a battery-powered radio and tuned in a local station. Roads were flooded all over town, power was out to thousands and authorities were warning people to stay home and off the streets. Lauri insisted that I stay over, and she also insisted that I sleep with her in her big king bed rather than on the lumpy sofa. She wore silky black shorts with moons on them and a tight tank top that accentuated her curvy, feminine figure. She gave me a similar outfit and I slid into bed thinking that I would just be going to sleep and nothing more. Of course, we kept talking, though, late into the night. We had so much in common, I felt I had known her my whole life.

A little after 2 a.m., shortly after we said our ‘good-nights,’ I felt something touch my butt, but I assumed it was accidental. Then I felt a little pressure against it. I had my back to Lauri, so I wondered what she was doing. I looked over at her, and she said, “It’s chilly in here, don’t you think?” There were a few moments of awkward silence as I listened to the rain hitting the roof before finally saying, “Yes, it is.” She was just getting closer because she was cold, I decided, and turned my thoughts to sleep again.

Moments later, I felt Lauri press her chest against my back with enough pressure for me to realize that this was a sexual move rather than a warmth-seeking one. I didn’t turn around and didn’t say anything this time. I just laid there and waited to see what she would do. When she noticed that I didn’t pull away, she moved even closer. I could feel her pubic hair through her thin, silky shorts pressed against my ass, and her hard nipples and soft breasts firmly against my back. “Do you mind?” she whispered, as she placed her hand on my shoulder and pulled me into her. “No,” I quickly responded. “It’s fine. It’s chilly.”

I had never been with a woman or thought of pursuing a lesbian relationship in the past, although I had occasionally wondered what it would be like. This was all new to me and I had no idea what to expect next. But I liked it. It felt good, tender, warm, and I wanted it to continue. Lauri stayed pressed up against me like that, with her hand on my shoulder, for quite awhile before slowly sliding her hand down my side, down my thigh, back up and around to rest on my stomach by my belly button. Her warm embrace and the intimacy it brought was something I had longed for, but never received, in my marriage to my husband. It made me feel alive, and full of desire.

After a couple of minutes of holding me close to her, I felt her hand very slowly move up to my breasts. She seemed to tease them with tentative, exploring fingers. I wanted her to just grab them and hold them firmly, and her tentative touches increased this desire. Finally, she grabbed my left breast fully in her hand and squeezed. She rubbed a finger on the nipple and around it, like she was discovering it and savoring the discovery. I had always thought of Lauri as just a friend, but now I wanted her in the most passionate sexual way imaginable.

I turned around, put her face in my hands and kissed her passionately. Her lips tasted like fresh strawberries and she smiled with delight. I felt her hand slip into my shorts and to the wet place between my legs. She swirled a finger around my clit and teased it the way she had previously teased my breasts. Then she gently probed further and more deeply. As she inserted a finger inside, she also inserted her tongue in my mouth. I sucked on it as if it were her cock. I wanted her so badly.

Lauri positioned herself on top of me with her fingers still inside my pussy and the base of her palm rubbing against my clit. Her round, firm breasts rubbed against mine as she started grinding her fingers, her hand and herself into me. I was so turned on by her excitement and sexy, beautiful body that I came within seconds. I held her as tightly to me as I could when I climaxed, and I felt myself absorb all of the passion and pleasure I had seen in her face.

When I attempted to reciprocate the pleasure-giving, Lauri waved me off and said she just wanted to cuddle. We fell blissfully to sleep in each other’s arms, listening to the rain and sharing our warmth. I did eventually get to reciprocate and I continue to do so today, as we have been partners ever since that night.

7

Jennifer

Police Officer

34 years old

My first sexual experience with another woman was pretty wild and memorable. On my 21st birthday, some of my gay friends took me to a local lesbian bar to party. I had flirted with girls and kissed a couple prior to this, but had never gone further than that. I was half-way trying to fulfill my parents’ wishes of me being straight. But on this night, it was time to let loose and just have some fun.

While I was dancing with my girls on the floor, an athletic-looking butch lesbian in her mid-20s with a leather jacket, black Doc Marten boots and short black hair moved in close to me. She had sensitive dark eyes and perfect features. She was clearly the stud lesbian of the bar. “Hey, you the birthday girl?” she asked, as she leaned in. Her sweet perfumed scent wafted over me and I was instantly turned on by her mix of feminine and masculine energy. “I’m the one!” I said, with genuine glee. I was finally drinking legal. Who wouldn’t be happy?

“I’ve got a package I’m supposed to give to you, birthday girl,” the sexy butch added.

“Really?” I asked, a little incredulous. “Where is it?”

“It’s in the bathroom … come on,” she said as she took my hand and walked me to the three-stall bathroom in the back.

“I don’t see it,” I said when we entered.

“It’s in the third stall,” she replied as she clicked off one of the overhead lights to dim the room. She seems to have done this before, I thought.

When we got to the third/last stall, she let me enter first and then followed. “Where’s the package?” I asked. “Right here,” she said as she took my hand and put it on the hard bulge in her pants. She was clearly “packing” with a strap-on under her jeans. This totally turned me on, and I said, “Oh … who is this gift from?” She put her hands on my hips, pressed her hard cock into me and said, “Katy and Susan, your friends. But I would give it to you anyway, baby.” I was happy to hear that last part, because I really wanted it and wasn’t about to return this gift.

My mysterious new friend kissed me passionately and felt me up like she was a sex-deprived man, fresh out of prison. She was like an animal, and I loved it! Her left hand was up my shirt and under my bra playing roughly with my breasts while her right hand unbuttoned and lowered my pants and panties. She fingered me and felt my wetness, and I pressed against her hand to intensify the pleasure. Then I heard the sound of her zipper going down and a little rustling as she pulled her long, thick strap-on cock through her jeans. I glanced down and saw that it was veined with a thick, authentic head, and I couldn’t wait to feel it. She held it with a firm grip, spread my legs a little with her other hand and slid it inside of me as I stood with my back against the wall. At first she just got it halfway in, but once properly positioned, she got all of her big tool inside me and began pounding into my tingling, throbbing pussy. My pants were still around my ankles, so I couldn’t spread my legs very far apart, which made for a nice, tight, extremely stimulating fit of her cock inside me.

I was especially turned on when I felt her breasts rubbing against mine through her shirt when she pounded me harder and faster. She tried to hide them, but I could tell they were pretty big, at least Bs, and I loved the feeling. She embraced me in a tight bear hug as she fucked me to final climax, and I thought, but wasn’t certain, that I felt her cum, too. My pussy pulsated around her big, hard phallus and drenched it in loving, grateful juices. When she finally pulled it out, it was glistening and beautiful, and I briefly licked and sucked it in appreciation before she tucked it back away.

I never saw this mysterious stranger again, but I never forgot her. She’s now a permanent fixture of my fantasy life, and I sometimes wonder if she’ll ever be a reality again. A long-shot since I now live in another state, but you never know …

8

Diane

Assistant Book Editor

25 years old

I worked as an unpaid intern for a major publishing company as an undergrad, and I learned more from that position than any other. One of the most lasting lessons came from my supervisor, Andrea, who was about 15 years older than me and already established in the industry. I admired her for her success, but also admired her good looks and strength. She was a little on the butch side, but dressed femininely enough that it wasn’t evident to everyone. Working closely with her day in and day out, though, I had picked up the vibes and seen the signs.

I had experienced sexual thoughts about other women, but never acted on them because I was always the good girl and was afraid of what my family would think. There were nights when I masturbated to my imaginings of what Andrea’s sex life must be like, but I never let on that I was attracted to her or that I even had these feelings. On one particularly hot July night we were forced to work late to complete a project that was due the next morning. The two other interns managed to find excuses to go home before we were finished and I was left alone with Andrea. We ordered Chinese food and worked until almost 2 a.m. before finishing. Much to my surprise, Andrea pulled a bottle of wine out of her office mini-frig and put two glasses on the table. “Congratulations,” she said. “Here’s to a job well done,” she added as she poured two drinks. We toasted to the completion of our assignment and settled into our chairs exhausted.

“Is your husband waiting up for you this late?” I asked, trying to feel out whether or not she was straight.

“No husband. A cat named Ted, but I’m not married to him,” she said as she sipped her wine. “How about you? Do you have anyone waiting, or not waiting, up for you tonight?”

“No, unfortunately,” I replied honestly.

“A cute, young girl like you?” she asked with convincing surprise. “ I would think that you would have a lot of people interested in you.”

“Well, all work and no play, you know …,” I muttered with a laugh, wondering if she was flirting with me.

“You do work some long hours here. That is true.” Andrea said. “So no time for play, huh?”

“No. How about you?” I inquired.

“I think we’re in the same boat,” she said with a smile and a long swig from her wine. “How about we change that a little?”

“What?” I asked, surprised but hopeful.

Andrea put her now-empty wine glass down on her desk and walked over to my chair. She bent over in front of me so that I could look down her shirt and see her large, hanging breasts. She caressed the side of my face with her right hand, lifted my chin and kissed me softly on the lips for several seconds. “Was that okay?” she asked, seeking permission to continue. “Yes,” I whispered. Andrea resumed kissing as she subtly started unbuttoning my top. She reached into my shirt, under my bra, and rubbed my right breast. She then leaned forward and pulled it up to her luscious, warm mouth and sucked and nibbled on it. I pushed her face into my chest and used my free hand to unbutton her blouse and free her beautiful tits. We eventually moved to a sofa in her boss’s office where she proceeded to remove my clothes, spread my legs, and eat my pussy like she hadn’t been fed in days.

Andrea eventually came up, continued fingering me and said, “I wanted you since the first time you walked through our doors. You’re my favorite intern.” She then kissed me deeply, probing my mouth with her tongue. She quickly slid back down my body and returned to licking, sucking and penetrating my pussy with her fingers until I came all over her face. I squeezed my legs tightly around her head as intense orgasmic quivers coursed through my body. After I came, she rose up and I could see that her entire face under her eyes was shining with my pussy juices. It was the sexiest thing I had ever seen in my life. We kissed, nibbled, caressed and cuddled for another hour before heading to our respective homes to try to catch at least a couple hours of sleep.

As I’m sure you can imagine, there were many more late-night work sessions with Andrea after that, and today her boss’s office is hers and I serve as her assistant. Her devoted and loving assistant.

9

Taylor

Personal Chef

37 years old

I attended an all-girls Catholic high school, and although the nuns made sure we were taught the evils of homosexuality, I already knew that I was a lesbian. My best friend, Stacy, and I flirted, sat on each other’s laps, and playfully grabbed each other from time to time, but we never spoke openly about our real attraction.

When I turned 16 and got my own car, things changed. I had more freedom and privacy and Stacy, who was still 15, came along for the ride. I drove us both to the school’s basketball games where we would watch our more athletic, aggressive classmates work themselves into a sweaty lather. At halftime during one of the games, Stacy said she wanted to go back to my car and have a smoke. She was one of those rebels who insisted on doing anything and everything that was considered “bad” or not appropriate for a good Catholic girl.

Once in my car, she whipped a pack of Marlboro reds from deep inside her considerable cleavage and popped a single cigarette out. “Want one?” she asked as she motioned the pack toward me. “No thanks,” I replied, still looking at the tops of her breasts. The dim lights of the parking lot bounced off of them and accentuated their full, creamy softness. Stacy had a hot body and she knew it; but did she know that I knew it? I wasn’t sure.

“See something you like, baby?” she asked with a sly laugh, noticing my prolonged gaze in her direction.

I played it off and said, “You know you’re sexy when you smoke, girl. Isn’t that why you do it?”

Stacy rolled down her passenger window slightly and blew smoke through the narrow crack. “Haha! You know it!” she laughed. “Why don’t you ever show a little more of your sexy side?” she asked as she reached over and unbuttoned the top two buttons of my blouse. I was overwhelmed with the arousal caused by her brushing my breasts and was, finally, at a loss for words. “If ya’ got it, flaunt it,” she added as she undid one more button.

“I’m not sure I have it quite like you do, though,” I finally replied. “You’ve got a sexy, hot body, beautiful, long dark hair, perfect bone structure, and I’m just an average girl like any other average girl.” I added.

“Average?! Ha! I wouldn’t hang with an average girl.” Stacy flicked her half-smoked cigarette out the window, spun around in her seat, leaned in and kissed me on the lips. Her full, soft lips were so sensual and sexy. I felt her tongue move in between them and lick my lips, then probe deeper. “You’re hot,” Stacy finally whispered. “Don’t let anyone tell you any different.”

At that point, we both knew what the other wanted. Stacy pulled her skirt up, straddled me in my seat, flipped the lever to drop the seat back so we were almost flat, and leaned over on top of me. Her big tits straining against her white, cotton button-up shirt was the sexiest thing I had ever seen. I reached up between us and felt her gorgeous breasts. As she was kissing me, I could feel her moving her body up so that I could get her top open. I finally freed her luscious tits and they swayed in my face. I thrust my pelvis into hers and wanted to fuck her so badly at that moment.

Stacy unbuttoned my shirt and spread it open as her sweet, gorgeous tits jiggled before me. She grabbed my breasts forcefully with both hands and sat her cotton-pantied pussy on top of my crotch. “Look at your hot little body that you’ve been hiding,” Stacy cooed. “Look at these beautiful tits.” She leaned down, placed her chest on my stomach and licked and sucked my hard nipples. I continued thrusting into her pelvis with mine, and was beginning to drip with wetness.

Stacy reached down with one hand, slid it inside my skirt and panties and felt my excitement for herself. She rubbed my clit, then slid inside, then out to the clit again, then back inside, over and over, slowly at first, then faster. Then she moved forward, with her tits on my face and in my mouth and she reached for something in the back seat. She pulled something from her bag, reached down into her own panties, and put it inside them. Then she leaned back, lifted my skirt, spread my legs apart, moved my panties aside and fingered my wet pussy again.

“You ready?” she asked.

“Ready for what?” I replied, wondering what she was up to.

“Ready to get fucked?” she asked.

“Oh yeah,” I responded happily. “Fuck me, baby, fuck me.”

Stacy again moved her body down on top of mine, our tits touching, our lips kissing and caressing. Then I felt something press against my pussy and stimulate my clit. Before I picked her up for the game that night, Stacy had taken a clean pair of large, rolled-up tube socks and somehow put a toilet paper roll cylinder in the center to create a soft, imitation phallus. She didn’t insert it into me, but with it stuffed down her panties, she started grinding it against both our pussies. With every thrust, her sexy tits jiggled and swayed in my face, and the feelings in my pussy were electrifying. I grabbed a breast with one hand and pressed her ass harder into me with another while we passionately kissed.

As Stacy pounded into me, her moans of pleasure turned me on even more. I lifted my legs to give her full access and grasped her hips tightly with them. I could tell by Stacy’s face that she came moments after I did this. Her entire body stiffened and her thrusts seemed like they were pulsating with her body. She continued to pleasure me while she was coming and just as I reached my own climax, there was a solid tap on the driver’s-side window of the car. The windows were steamed-up, so it was hard to see who it was at first. We quickly closed our tops and put our skirts down before I rolled down the window.

“Everything all right in there?” said a large man with a flashlight. It was James from parking security. Both of us knew him from around campus.

“Oh, hi James,” I said nervously. “No, we’re fine … just … Stacy just needed to change her clothes …” Stacy smiled broadly and waved at James. “Haha, thanks for checking, though.”

“All right, ladies,” he replied as he eyeballed both of our disheveled blouses and hair. “You have a good night now, okay.” He winked and turned away, and I knew that he knew, but I didn’t care.

Stacy and I returned to the game in time to catch the final climactic minutes as our fighting Lionesses battled to victory. We had many more exciting erotic adventures after that night, but that first time will always be the most memorable of them all.

10

Sarah

Flight Attendant

22 years old

My first lesbian sexual experience happened just a couple of years ago. I had just become a flight attendant and was new on the job. My first flight was a long one – from Los Angeles to Philadelphia. After meals and drinks were served, I had time to ask questions of a senior flight attendant seated next to me in the rear of the plane. Keri was “showing me the ropes” and letting me know what to expect from passengers, pilots and other attendants. She was cute and kind of sporty, and I wondered if she was lesbian, but didn’t dare to ask. She was about 30 years old, had short, wavy blonde hair, blue eyes and a stereotypical California tan. I recognized her perfume as Missoni, the same perfume my high school tennis coach wore. I had asked her the name of her scent when she lifted my right arm in the air and put her left hand on my hip to demonstrate proper serving technique. My (highly attractive) coach smelled heavenly, and Keri’s Missoni was bringing all of those youthful, exciting memories back. At that moment, I felt very glad that she was my mentor for the day.

Keri told me about a flight during which the pilot managed to accidentally lock himself inside the bathroom. The lock was jammed and he couldn’t get it open, and it was apparently a big, embarrassing scene. Since there was no turbulence and the bathroom was empty, she grabbed my hand and said, “Come on, I’ll show you how it happened.”

The airplane bathroom was tiny and we could barely fit both of ourselves inside. I was closest to the door, and Keri told me to turn around so I could see the lock. I shuffled around until my ass was in her pelvis and her firm, perky breasts were pressed against my back. She reached around me and grabbed the door lock with her right hand while pressing her body even harder into me.

“See how it’s unlocked here, then here (she clicked it to the side) it’s locked?”

“Yes,” I said as I inhaled her intoxicating Missoni and felt her nipples becoming erect against my shirt and skin

“Well,” she continued. “He kept doing this (she jammed the lock upward, rather than the proper sideways, several times) over and over and over.” With each “over” I could feel her pound into me from behind, and I found that I enjoyed it. A lot. “So do you see why you have to spell-it-out for passengers as they enter – that they must slide to the side to lock and unlock?”

“Yeah, that makes sense,” I said. “If the pilot could get confused, I guess anyone could.” Just as I finished this sentence, I felt her hands leave the lock and move to the top of my thighs.

“Oh look,” she said jokingly, “We’re locked in. What’ll we do?” She pulled me into her and I could tell she was awaiting my response.

“Oh no,” I replied in mock concern. “What if we never get out and have to live in here forever?” I didn’t resist her advances, so she continued. I felt her moving my hair aside and kissing the nape of my neck. She gently kissed and nibbled up and down my neck as her hands moved to my breasts. She slipped her right hand inside my shirt and squeezed my left breast while her left hand moved lower to cup my pussy over my work-issue khaki shorts. I could feel her tits and groin pressing even more tightly into my back and ass now, and put my own hands on top of hers to encourage a more passionate grip. I was melting in her arms and could feel myself getting more wet every second.

Just as I began to turn around to kiss her there was a knock on the door and a little boy’s voice yelling, “Mommy, mommy, I can’t wait!” We knew our fun was over and quickly straightened ourselves up and exited the bathroom. Although our first romantic encounter was interrupted, our next one, at her apartment later that night, was not. We still work the same flights now and then, and we continue to have fun in the friendly skies at every opportunity.

I don’t know whether I was always a lesbian and just didn’t know it, or if Keri “turned” me. Either way, I LOVE being with women and will always be a proud lesbian!

Lesbian Strap-On Role Play

10 Lesbians Share Their Favorite Strap-On Role Play Experience

Jennifer Power

Peyton Press * Los Angeles

CONTENTS

1

Making the Grade

2

Halloween –“Dick or Treat”

3

Seduction of the Priest

4

Miracle Cure

5

Prisoner of Love

6

Deep Penetration Therapy

7

The MILF in Madison

8

Sex Slave

9

The Bar Hook-Up

10

The Gynecologist’s New Tool

1

Making The Grade

Alicia and Bethenny

My girlfriend, Bethenny, and I have been together for three years and find that role play keeps our sex life spicy and exciting. We’ve played boss/secretary, nurse/patient, cop/robber and many, many others, but my personal favorite is professor/student. I’m Bethenny’s first-year college professor and she must receive an ‘A’ in my class on her final paper to pass and move on to her sophomore year. Unfortunately for Bethenny, she received a B+ on her paper. So close, yet so far. Dejected and desperate, she stayed after class to discuss the matter with me.

“Please, please, Ms. Sawyer,” she cried as she knelt before me. “Please just give me a few more points on this paper. My parents will kill me if I don’t pass this class. Please!”

“You can’t just beg your way to good grades, Bethenny,” I respond coldly. “That’s not how the world works. You have to earn what you get. You have to work for it.”

“I’m more than willing to work for it, Ms. Sawyer. More than willing. What can I do? I’ll do anything!” she implored.

“Anything?” I asked, as I lifted my foot and rested my high heel on her shoulder while she remained kneeling. The angle of my leg was intended to reveal to her that I wasn’t wearing panties under my patent leather pencil skirt.

“Anything,” Bethenny replied while looking up at my pussy and licking her lips.

I moved my heel down and pushed it into her chest as I unbuttoned my tight dress shirt. I forced her to watch me as I set my full 34-C’s free, and looked down at her over them. “See something you like?” I asked as I gently rocked her back and forth with the sharp point of my heel.

“Yes, Ms. Sawyer. I see a lot that I like,” she replied. “How may I serve you, Professor?”

I leaned back against my desk, pulled my 8”x2” black strap-on dong from the top drawer and told Bethenny, “Put this on,” as I spread my legs slightly before her. She unzipped and discarded her jeans, strapped in to the strap-on, and stood before me while I removed her tight baby-t-shirt. The nipples of her pert B-cups were fully erect and my mouth watered as they jiggled under my touch, but I restrained my desire. “What’s the trouble with you, young woman?” I demanded as I reached out and stroked the long, thick dong that separated us. “Are you so preoccupied with pussy that you can’t focus on your schoolwork?”

“Yes, Professor,” she replied as she dropped her head in shame. “When you’re teaching class I try my best to pay attention and listen to every word, but then I see your cleavage, or the curve of your ass or legs and my mind turns to … “

“I know what your mind turns to, Bethenny,” I replied before she could finish. “And I have the remedy. Look at my tits,” I continued, as I lifted and squeezed my breasts together in her face. “Look at them and touch your hard cock the way you would like to touch it during class.” Bethenny obliged. She rubbed and squeezed the head, and gently stroked her big black tool while I looked down on her and massaged my breasts. “Would you like to touch them?” I asked.

“Yes, Professor. Very much so!” she responded enthusiastically.

“Well, you haven’t earned that right yet. Just like you haven’t earned your ‘A’ yet. Tell me, Bethenny, do you know where that ‘A’ might be located?” I teasingly inquired.

“No Professor,” she replied.

“Give me your hand.” When Bethenny lifted her hand, I pulled it under my skirt and slid her middle finger deep into my wet pussy. “It’s in there, Bethenny,” I said as her long, delicate finger delivered a direct sexual charge through me. “If you can find the ‘A’ with your fishing pole, then it’s yours. If you try and fail, you must live with your ‘B+’ for eternity.”

“My pole can find it. I know it can!” Bethenny replied with confidence while stroking her strap-on cock with one hand and pushing another finger in and out of me with the other. This made me so hot that I couldn’t wait any longer. I grabbed her firm round ass, pulled her into me and whispered in her ear: “Find that ‘A,’ Bethenny. Fuck me now.”

Bethenny took the cue and took over. She aggressively kissed my breasts while lifting my skirt and thrusting the lifelike black stallion dildo deep inside my wanting pussy.

“Mmmm … is that the ‘A’ there?” she asked, taking a different thrust angle. “Or is it over here?” she said with a smile, pushing me back onto my desk and squeezing my tits.

“Oh, you’re close, dear student,” I said. “You’re definitely getting there,” I moaned in delight.

Bethenny lifted me off the ground with her big, black silicone snake still buried in my pussy, and I wrapped my legs around her waist as she gently laid me across my desk. I felt like I was being moved and controlled just by her hard cock, and the sensation sent spasms of pleasure emanating throughout my body. Her gorgeous, milky young tits dangling over my face intensified the thrill. Should I tell her she found the ‘A?’ Or should I let her continue to probe for it a little longer? I go for the second option and ride her pumping pole with unrestrained enthusiasm while reaching up and squeezing those tantalizing tits.

Bethenny smiled, seductively dipped one of her breasts in my mouth, then stood up and lifted my feet to her shoulders. She leaned in, squeezed my tits hard and pounded my appreciative hole with everything she had. After just a few thrusts in this position, I was beyond the point of no return and couldn’t contain myself any longer.

“Ohhhhh!!” I yelled, as Bethenney continued pounding, then grinding, into me in a desperate search for that good grade. I came multiple times, and was rendered speechless by the power of the pleasure coursing through my body. Finally able to speak again, I breathlessly whispered, “You’ve earned your ‘A,’ Bethenny. You have passed your final test and made the grade.”

The excitement of her accomplishment sent Bethenny over the edge. Her dropped jaw, rolled eyes and final long grinding thrust told me that she, too, was climaxing. She fell on top of me, our breasts and lips kissing while her tool remained grinding passionately inside. After some sensual post-sex kissing, she slowly slid out of me and returned my skirt to its more proper, lady-like position over my thighs.

Almost all role play experiences are fun if you go into them with the right attitude; but both Bethenny and I agree that the professor/student role play experience is our personal all-time favorite.

2

Halloween – “Dick or Treat”

Debbie and Victoria

My Halloween role play experience stands out as my best ever because it was such an exciting surprise. Victoria is my boss – she’s an attorney and I’m her paralegal. She’s tall, sexy, athletic and has a fondness for low-cut blouses; but office romances are forbidden and rumor had it that she was already involved with another woman. For both of these reasons, I set my romantic inclinations aside and focused on my work. That is, until that day in late October when I skipped out of a staff meeting early and walked back to my office. As I passed Victoria’s door, I could see that it was slightly ajar, and that she was inside. I had assumed that she called in sick since she wasn’t at the meeting. But there she was, looking at her computer monitor, breathing heavily, rubbing swiftly up and down between her legs … while watching lesbian strap-on porn. I was mesmerized, and my eyes lingered for several seconds on her excited, passion-filled face before I could pull myself away. I hurried to my desk and hoped I hadn’t been caught looking.

For the remainder of the day, all I could think about was Victoria’s expression of ecstasy as she stimulated herself to that strap-on video. I imagined how it would have felt if it had been her and I in the video – Victoria with the strap-on, and me taking it eagerly. I wondered how she had sex with her supposed girlfriend, and how she would really like to do it with a woman. I imagined myself between her legs at her desk, on my knees, rubbing her big, strap-on rod. I lick and tease the tip, then … just as I was imagining this scenario, Victoria came into my office, stood next to my chair and handed me a new case summary to review for the next day. As she spoke, I became increasingly aware of the fact that the wet, sex-hungry pussy I had seen her fingering in her office was mere inches from my face. I allowed myself a quick, sly glance in its direction, and the sight of her curvaceous thighs meeting at her most pleasurable of zones sent more quivers of desire through me. By the time she finished speaking and pulled herself away, I knew I had to do something to get her to mount me and satisfy my growing and demanding desires.

My idea may sound a little unusual, but I was determined and intensely turned-on, so I was willing to try just about anything. Halloween was in three days and I planned to attend a friend’s masquerade costume party dressed as a cheerleader. So I dropped an anonymous letter in Victoria’s mailbox with the address of the party, what I would be wearing, my measurements (36-24-36), and what I would do to her if she showed up. I added that if she was interested in what I was offering, she should come to the party as a football player and whisper in my ear “Dick or Treat,” to let me know it’s her.

On Halloween night, I was a big hit in my Dallas Cowboys cheerleader outfit: my tits bursting at the seams, my short skirt falling just below my ass and my pom-poms waving cheerily about. I was in the mood to party, but didn’t see any football players. Our mandatory masquerade masks created an atmosphere of anonymity that set inhibitions free and I was loving it. I had ass grabs from a sailor, an Ellen DeGeneres impersonator and Cat Woman, and tit squeezes from Dracula and a baseball player, but still no footballers in sight. I had another drink and began to have second thoughts about the appropriateness of my anonymous letter. Just then someone from behind whispered in a soft, passionate voice: “Dick or treat,” as she placed her hands on my waist and thrust her pelvis into me. I could feel that she was packing, and her hardness pressing against my ass instantly made me wet. I felt like I would melt as her hands explored my stomach and she pressed herself harder into me. “Have we met?” she whispered knowingly.

“I don’t know. Have we?” I asked coyly as I turned around in her arms. Her face was hidden behind her mask, but I could see those deep blue eyes, beautiful auburn hair and luscious lips, and knew it was Victoria.

“Since you’re a Dallas Cowgirl and I’m a Washington Redskin, we’ve probably run into each other somewhere on the field of play,” she slyly suggested.

“Maybe,” I played along, as I tentatively reached around and felt her padded lower back and ass. “Did you wear all these pads because you plan to play rough?” I asked with a smile.

“They came with the uniform, but I don’t need pads to play rough, sweetie,” she said as she leaned forward and passionately kissed me. I felt her hard silicone cock press into my pelvis and abdomen as she thrust her tongue into my mouth. It felt so good to be in her arms and to feel her passion directed into me instead of into that computer screen. I wanted her inside me so badly at that moment. I dropped my pom-poms, put my hands on her ass, pulled her into me and rubbed eagerly against her bulging tool. I could wait no longer.

“Let’s go upstairs,” I whispered in her ear as I grabbed her hand and led her away. It was my best friend’s house and I was one of only a handful of people allowed upstairs during the party, so I knew we would have privacy. I led her to a dimly-lit bedroom that I had visited and prepared before her arrival. I shut the door behind us, turned around and saw her more fully. More fully-endowed, that is. Her cock was straining obscenely against her thin, tight, white football pants. I could fully make out the ridge of the head and the thick shaft. I never wanted to suck a dick more in my life than at that moment.

I very slowly and seductively pulled the top of my cheerleading outfit off and let my 36-Cs gently fall out. I licked my lips as I looked at her big bulge and rubbed my tits while walking toward her.

“Is that a football in your pants, or are you just happy to see me?” I asked as I reached forward and let my hand gently brush upward over her pants, up her shaft, to the tip of her rod and back down again.

“Oh my God,” she said. “You’re so hot.” she began rubbing my tits while I played with her cock through her pants.

I moved down her body and pulled her padded football pants down ever-so-slowly … exposing, then kissing, licking and teasing the tip of her strap-on phallus. I sucked her knob and tongued it with relish. Even as I was teasing her, I was teasing myself, because I wanted more and I wanted it badly. As I continued pulling her pants down, it seemed like her tool went on forever. It got longer, and longer, and longer; and I got wetter, and wetter and wetter. I licked and kissed the massive shaft while looking up into her eyes. I never forgot the view – Victoria’s pleasure-filled face, hidden behind her mask and obscured by her giant prick in my line of view.

I finally finished with the teasing and loaded her thick member into my mouth, onto my tongue and down my throat. She let out a deep, heartfelt moan as I sucked and milked her cock for all it was worth. My clit throbbed and my pussy pulsed with desire as I felt her fat head ram the back of my throat, and the shaft slide over my tongue. I was so intensely turned on, I was able to deep throat her. She had to be packing at least 10 inches, and I swallowed her like a sword, with my lips kissing the base of the shaft. I glanced up at Victoria and she looked like she was in heaven, her breasts heaving, her lips quivering and her eyelids at half-mast. She reached down and put her hand on the back of my head as I sucked, but I felt her hesitate, so I placed my hand on hers and forced my own head harder into her pelvis. She took the cue, put both hands behind my head and proceeded to fuck my mouth the way I wanted – like it was her girlfriend’s pussy.

No longer inhibited, Victoria began getting into it. She pulled her football pants and jersey off, allowing her firm B-cups to sway freely above me. While I enjoyed the titillating view, she rubbed her huge strap-on cock all over my face, lips and tits, occasionally shoving it in my mouth, then out; in, then out. I loved it and could have worshipped her tool forever, but I wanted more and she knew it.

Victoria grabbed her long, thick pole and slid it back into my mouth. Then she leaned forward, squeezed my tits and told me to stand up. As I stood, I kept her hard rod in my mouth for as long as possible – ass first, then lower back, then I had to let it slide free from my lips. It bounced and bobbed between us like it had a life of its own. “You wanna play ball?” she asked in a deep, aggressive tone. “You want me to fuck you hard and give that sweet little pussy what it’s begging for? That’s what you want, right sweetie?” she continued as she pulled my skirt up, slipped her hand into my panties and slid two fingers into my wet hole. Her fingers were long like her dick, and I almost felt like I would come at that moment.

“Yes, yes! That’s what I want,” I replied. “Please. Please fuck me.”

Victoria took her fingers from my pussy, sucked on them and said, “Bend over,” as she slapped me hard on the ass. I followed her orders and leaned forward onto the large bed so that my hips rested on the edge and my ass and pussy were presented fully to her. I felt her lifelike strap-on cock hit my legs and ass as she pulled my Dallas Cowboys skirt up, moved my panties down to my knees, spread my pussy lips and said, “I’m about to throw a long, hard pass deep in the end zone. I hope you’re ready to catch it.” She slapped my ass again and added, “It looks like it’ll be a tight fit.”

I arched my back to allow easier access and replied, “I’ve never received a pass as long as yours, but I’m more than happy to give it my all.” She rubbed the tip over my clit and found the entrance to my hole. It felt incredible and I wanted more, but she teased. She dipped the thick head in, then out, then in again to linger for several seconds. I wanted it all so badly I could barely stand it anymore, and couldn’t control myself. I pushed my ass backward into her and took her entire woman-dick at once. It was the tightest, and most stimulating, fit my pussy had ever experienced. I could feel her thick cock filling me entirely. My pussy fully enveloped Victoria’s pleasure-pole and my muscles squeezed her greedily as I moved my ass around and savored the feeling of her inside and behind me. It was like an electric rod of pleasure had entered my body, and I was writhing on it to absorb and pull as much sexual pleasure as possible from it.

Victoria responded with enthusiastic thrusts. “So that’s how it is, huh? The pussy’s got to have it, huh?” She began ramming me hard and fast, her cock shooting thrilling quivers through my pussy and body with every thrust. I felt her warm, juicy B-cups press against my back as she leaned forward, reached around and rubbed my swaying tits. Her thick, fat head probed deeper and deeper inside my pussy, and I pressed back hard into her just as she lowered a hand and began fingering my clit. The combined sensations of her long, thick, fleshy strap-on cock filling me up and her masterful clit stimulation technique sent me over the edge. I could feel it rising and building, and when the point of no return arrived, my pussy muscles spasmed so tightly around her spectacular cock that we were locked for several long seconds in wave after wave of the most mind-blowing climax I had ever felt.

Victoria pressed herself hard against me and squeezed my tits while letting her thick prick remain plunged deep inside my wet, throbbing hole. My juices cascaded over her cock and began dripping out as she slowly started fucking me again.

My pussy was still quivering with pleasure when Victoria pulled at my hips, spread my legs and buried her bone as deeply as possible in my pussy. She pounded hard into me several more times before clenching my hips and delivering one final, long, hard thrust. I felt a buzzing sensation on my pussy lips, and realized that a vibrator at the base of the strap-on shaft was stimulating her to orgasm. I began grinding it and my ass against her in an attempt to give her as much pleasure as she had given me. As Victoria orgasmed, she leaned forward and gently, passionately, bit my shoulder while reaching around and grabbing my breasts one last time.

As my hot boss slowly slid out of me, kissed me and began putting her football uniform back on, I realized I had made the right decision in dropping that anonymous letter in her box. Since then we’ve had many more fun and incredibly hot sexual encounters … and she no longer has to watch those strap-on porn videos alone in her office.

3

Seduction of The Priest

Megan and Amber

Amber and I had been dating for about two months when she came up with this role play idea. We were getting intimate on the sofa on a particularly rainy spring night when she asked me what I had done sexually with previous lovers. She knew that before meeting her I had only dated men, and she was curious about what I had done with them. I teasingly replied, “What are you, my priest? I need to confess my past sexual sins?” She liked that idea and encouraged me to do just that – pretend she was my priest and that I had come to her to receive my penance and absolution.

“Forgive me Father, for I have sinned,” I began as I assumed the position of confessor on my knees before Amber. I could see a big smile spread across her face, but kept my head down in deference. “It has been, well, I have never confessed. This is my first confession.”

“Welcome, my child,” Amber said in a soft, somber voice. “Tell me of your sexual sins. If you are contrite and properly serve your penance, I will grant you the absolution you seek.”

“But I have such dirty, naughty sins. What if you find me unworthy of absolution?” I inquired.

“The more naughty your sins, the more worthy I shall find you,” she replied. “What was your most recent sinful experience?”

“Before I met my current girlfriend, I had a brief, very brief, erotic encounter on the subway,” I said while intentionally allowing my breasts to brush against her knees. “I had taken the Red Line downtown for an appointment late one afternoon, and as I boarded the train back home, a well-dressed, handsome businessman smiled at me.”

“What did you do when he smiled?” Amber/The Priest asked.

“I smiled back. It was rush hour and the train was packed, so he backed up a little and made space for me to stand in front of him,” I continued.

“Front to front, or back to front?” she inquired further.

“My back to his front. I thought he was cute, but didn’t think anything more of it until I felt him lean into me as we went around corners and made stops. It was a tight fit in that train, and as we moved through the first dark tunnel, I felt him thrust his pelvis into my ass.”

“How did that feel?” the Priest asked as she began to stroke her pants where an obvious bulge was pushing her zipper upward.

“I was very surprised at first. For a second I thought it was accidental. But when I realized what the semi-hard thing pressed against my ass was, I was turned on. I can’t deny it, Father. It felt good.”

“What about it felt good?” Amber prodded while she grabbed my right hand and pulled it to her crotch. She gently and repeatedly rubbed my palm over the bulge in her pants while encouraging me to continue. “Don’t worry about your hand, my child. I am preparing you for your penance. Continue your confession, dear. What about it felt good?”

I could hear The Priest’s growing excitement in her voice, and it sent an intense sexual pulse through my body. “The hardness of it felt good,” I continued. “And the way he ground it into me. Mmmmm…,” I moaned as I recalled with pleasure the intensely exciting sensation.

“What about the grinding felt good?” she asked as she slowly unbuttoned and unzipped her pants while still pressing my hand against the strap-on cock inside.

“He did it like he really wanted it,” I explained. “Like he couldn’t resist, and it was such a thrill.” I felt myself getting more wet as the memory grew more vivid. “I had worn a skirt that day because it was warm out, and each time we went through a dark tunnel, the businessman did something different. Through the first one he grabbed my ass and thrust into me, and I pressed back into him as encouragement. He must have liked this, because I felt his cock thicken and get harder almost instantly.”

“You are a naughty girl, aren’t you?” The Priest taunted. Her thick, veined jelly phallus was now fully exposed and she was slowly stroking and caressing it with her hand around mine.

“Yes, Father. I am very, very naughty,” I confessed. “In the second tunnel, the horny businessman thrust into me again. But instead of grabbing my ass, he reached around, slipped a hand in the front of my panties and rubbed his fingers into my slit. I felt my nipples harden and wanted him to fuck me right there, Father. I just couldn’t resist. I was … I am … so weak.”

“Do not fret, my child. I have the power to save you from these sins. Hold and caress my rod of life while you continue your confession,” she said while handing her long, stiff staff over to my complete control. “Its divine power will set you free.”

The hard, realistic, fleshy feel of The Priest’s rigid strap-on in my hand made both my mouth and my pussy water simultaneously. I began slowly stroking her, and continued telling the story: “After we entered the third tunnel, I felt the businessman’s hands returning to my panties just before the train came to a screeching halt. Debris on the tracks had to be removed before we could proceed, so we were temporarily trapped in darkness.”

The Priest dribbled lube onto her massive cock as she listened, and my hand glided more smoothly, but still firmly, over and around it. I added my second hand and began lovingly and sensually working her tool up and down, and our excitement grew together.

“What happened when you realized you were stuck in the third dark tunnel?” The Priest asked as she gazed down at me with lust-filled bedroom eyes.

“Well,” I started again. “The businessman apparently sensed the time-sensitive nature of the opportunity because I immediately heard his zipper drop and felt him pulling my panties down to my thighs. Everyone around us was mumbling and grumbling in the dark and had no idea what we were doing, and by that time I was too wet and hot to resist his cock. He bent me over slightly, spread my legs, and the next thing I knew I felt his warm, thick head entering and plunging deep inside my pussy. Electricity shot through my clit and I wanted him to fuck me hard and fast; which he did. The businessman reached around, grabbed my tits and kissed me passionately while he rammed his meaty prick into my tight box. His big hard dick felt so good deep inside me, it didn’t take long for me to cum all over it. The mystery businessman continued driving himself into my pulsating pussy until he released his hot load. His spent cock throbbed inside me for several seconds before the train jerked back into motion and began moving forward again. The sexy stranger leaned in and whispered, “Thank you” in my ear before kissing my neck, sliding his cock out of me, and slipping it back into his pants.”

I looked up at The Priest, continued milking her lubed, ever-hard penis, and asked, “Will you please make it so that I can still go to Heaven, despite my sexually depraved encounter with this mysterious businessman on the train?”

“Yes, my child,” The Priest responded as she stood. I held onto her thick cock as she rose. “Remove your top and suck my dick … I mean … suck the rod of life while you confess to me a sexual sin with your past boyfriend. This shall be your penance for your lustful train encounter.”

While I removed my shirt, The Priest lowered her pants to the floor and let her swollen silicone pole bob in the air before me. It seemed to be looking for me with its one eye. I instantly engulfed her rod in my mouth and sucked with heartfelt passion. The lube she had applied was strawberry-flavored, making this by far the best priest cock I had ever tasted.

“My last boyfriend,” I said while intermittently licking and sucking her bobbing tool, “liked to be forced to eat my pussy and serve me sexually. He liked pretending he was my house boy who had to eat my ass out and eat my pussy before he was allowed to put his dick near me.” The Priest reflexively moved her hips into my face. I licked from the base of her strap-on to the head and back again. Then I grabbed her firm ass and gave her a tight, sensual deep-throat, enjoying her strawberry flavor all the while.

“Oh my God,” The Priest moaned as her pleasure intensified. “Did you make this boyfriend work for your precious pussy, my child?” she asked. “Did you make him prove himself worthy of mounting your luscious loins?”

“Yes, Father,” I replied after removing The Priests strawberry cock from my lips. “He had to be perfect before he could earn the right to enter me. He had to make me cum with his mouth and hands first. Then,” I continued after I bobbed The Priest’s knob in and out of my mouth, “while my pussy muscles were still contracting from his oral stimulation, he would put me in missionary position, insert his throbbing cock, lift my leg and suck the toes on one of my feet. He loved sucking and kissing feet, and always shot off within seconds of entering me.”

I deep-throated The Priest’s jelly joy stick and softly caressed her thighs as I waited to hear the penance for my sinful sex acts with my ex-boyfriend. I could feel her excitement growing before she pulled out of my mouth.

“Your penance for this sin, my child, will be to bend over, get on all fours and take my rod of life into your ass while you confess your sexual sins with the boyfriend you had before that one.” The Priest guided me into position and placed a condom and more lube on her big prick. I reached down, rubbed my clit in anticipation of her pending anal entry and followed her order to reveal further sexual secrets.

“The boyfriend before him liked to set up pretend rape scenes,” I confessed as I felt The Priest inching her thick rod into the entrance of my flinching asshole. I rubbed my clit harder and felt my sphincter muscles relax and welcome her in. Then I continued my confession: “Sometimes I would come home from work and he would jump out of the closet with a hard-on and a ski mask and force me to the bed. He covered my mouth and forcefully removed my clothes while ramming his hard cock against me.” The Priest slowly rocked back and forth as the lube facilitated her gentle thrusting in and out of my grateful ass.

“Yes, my child,” The Priest moaned. “Tell me. How did he fuck you when he raped you?” The priest reached around and squeezed my tits as they swung in rhythm with her thrusts.

I sucked my fingers, rubbed my clit harder and felt myself becoming intensely aroused by The Priest’s godly bone buried so deeply inside my ass. She spread my cheeks and went even deeper, prompting me to continue: “When he pretended to rape me, he would grope me all over my body; squeezing my tits hard, slapping my ass, and grabbing my pussy while biting and licking me. Eventually he would blindfold me with my own bra and shove his hard cock into my mouth. He fucked my face like that until he had to have my pussy.”

I moaned reflexively as The Priest’s heavenly dick serviced my appreciative ass, then went on: “Then my boyfriend/rapist forced me onto my knees and elbows, spread my legs as far as they would go and shoved his cock as deeply as he could into my tight, twitching box. I have to admit I enjoyed it, Father,” I confessed, glancing back at Amber as she began pounding a little harder into my ass.

“Continue … continue …,” Amber/The Priest instructed, lost in her own pleasure as her swaying hips fed her lubed tool to my ass.

“I couldn’t wait to feel my boyfriend’s/rapist’s hard prick ramming inside me and filling me up,” I said, as I relived the event for The Priest. “He pulled at my tits and slapped my ass hard. I watched his balls swing from underneath as he pounded me from behind, and I loved how they felt slapping against my wet pussy. I came immediately after I felt him shoot off. It was such a turn-on to be fucked with such passion and unconstrained desire, Father. Am I an evil woman for enjoying having him and his cock ravage me?”

“Oh, baby … I mean … my child,” The Priest cried as she grabbed my hips and continued sliding her massive cock in and out of my ass, faster and faster. “You are a naughty, naughty girl. Your penance for that sexual sin will be stiff indeed,” she said, finally pulling her hot jelly prick out of my ass and removing the condom. “Get on your back, my child, put your knees up and spread your legs for me. This will be your final penance for all your sins.” Amber tugged on her thick dick as I turned around underneath her and spread my legs as requested.

“With this rod,” she began as she positioned it at the entrance of my vagina, “I hereby absolve you of all your sins.” She dipped it in, then quickly pulled it out. Leaving me wanting more.

“Oh, Father,” I moaned as I stared at Amber’s big, juicy 38-D’s giggling tantalizingly above me. “I don’t think that did it. I think I still feel the evil in me. Please. Please just a little more of your penis … I mean penance.”

“You are an even dirtier girl than I thought,” she replied with mock seriousness and concern. “This calls for very intense penance.” The Priest spread my legs as far apart as they would go, thrust her rigid rod deep inside my pussy and fucked me like I’ve never been fucked before. Amber leaned forward, pressed her massive, soft, warm breasts against mine, kissed and sucked my neck passionately and fell into orgasm while grinding her priestly prick into me. I came seconds later as she rubbed her breasts and cock into me with equal enthusiasm and vigor. Finally absolved and free of the burdens of my sins, my pussy gushed forth with the most unforgettable orgasm I’ve ever experienced.

Sometimes it’s the rod, not God, that takes you to heaven.

4

Miracle Cure

Samantha and Leah

I’ve been with Leah for almost two years, and one thing everyone knows about her is that she’s a workaholic. She’s always on-the-go and is often very tired when she gets home at the end of the day. To entice her to have sex with me when she may not otherwise have the energy, I came up with the “Miracle Cure” role play game. It went like this:

When Leah arrived home late one evening, she went to the bedroom and lay flat on her back on the bed … a sure sign that she was exhausted and wouldn’t be in the mood for anything more than catching up on sleep. I lay next to her and whispered in her ear: “You’ve been placed under a spell and can’t move any part of your body. All you can do is accept whatever happens to you. The only way you can regain control of your body and move again is if I make you cum.” I straddled her on the bed, hovering above her crotch and looking into her surprised, but approving, eyes. “You can’t touch me or yourself or do anything at all until you cum,” I reiterated. Leah nodded her approval and smiled.

I seductively removed my top and let my full 36-Bs dangle freely over her face while I took off my shorts and panties. I leaned forward and dipped a nipple into her soft, pouting lips. Then I teasingly pulled it back, then dipped it in again. I held her mouth open wider and shoved my breast into her warm, wet tongue, causing a tingling sensation to course down my stomach and through my pussy. Although she wasn’t supposed to move any part of her body, Leah vigorously tongued my breast and sucked it in with her lips. Considering her outstanding oral skills, however, I couldn’t bring myself to protest this violation of the rules.

As my excitement mounted, I leaned back, pulled my tits from her and removed her top and bra. I then leaned in again, gently brushing my breasts over her stomach, exposed tits and face. I forced her to suck my boobs more before moving them back down her chest, belly and abdomen; following with delicate kisses as I went. I unbuttoned and removed her pants, and massaged her pussy through her soft, pink cotton thong. I mouthed and kissed it teasingly through the fabric before gently pulling the panties aside and slipping my tongue into her slit. I darted my tongue in and out, up and down, and kissed and nibbled on her inner thighs until she began bucking into my face and moaning with desire. I slowly slid her thong off, bent her knees and spread her pussy lips wide with my fingers. I gave her long, warm, wet licks from her hole to her clit and back. I kissed and sucked her clit while reaching up and squeezing her erect nipples and breasts. My face was entirely buried in her delicious, dripping honey pot and I couldn’t get enough of her. I probed my tongue deep inside, as far as it would go, and felt her writhe in pleasure beneath me. After a few more licks and sucks of her pussy, I knew she was ready for more.

I moved up Leah’s body and kissed her deeply with a passionately-probing tongue. I then reached past her head, under a pillow and pulled out our super-realistic Cyberskin strap-on with the titillating clit vibe at the base. Her breathing became more rapid and I could feel her muscles tightening while I straddled her and strapped on the dong. She briefly lifted her hands and grabbed my ass, but I quickly pulled away, pushed her hands back down and said, “You can’t move a muscle until you cum. Stay still … or else.”

Leah followed my orders and licked her lips as she watched my 8-inch love tool bob around in front of her. I touched the head gently to her mouth, as if to kiss her, and she sweetly kissed it back. I then pulled my cock over her tits and softly rubbed and slapped them with it while simultaneously massaging them with my free hand. Leah loved it, and allowed a huge smile to drift across her face.

“You like that, huh?” I asked rhetorically. She nodded and I added, “What else does my dirty little girl like, I wonder?”

I moved my cock down her stomach and abdomen, and lovingly kissed her neck, clavicle, and tits. While orally enjoying her right breast, I reached down and rubbed my big lifelike dong up and down her wet slit. She repeatedly moaned in pleasure and I saw her hands reflexively move up a few times, then back down as she remembered the rules. I dipped the head of my prick into her hole, then popped it out. Then back in, out, up to the clit, and in again. I teased Leah’s pussy until I felt her abdominals twitching and her thighs tightening around me. She didn’t have to ask for my cock; her body was doing the asking, and I was more than ready to give it to her.

While nibbling on her neck and caressing her breasts, I pushed the full length of the thick, fleshy rod inside her. Leah released a pleasure-infused moan, fluttered her eyelids and pushed her head back into the pillow. I held my cock in place while I turned on the vibe, and felt the sweet sensation begin tickling my clit. I moved my hand back up to her breasts and slowly started sliding in and out of her; letting her feel and savor every bulge, vein and ridge of my silicone sausage. It was a snug and intensely-arousing fit as we were both simultaneously stimulated by the thick vibrating pole.

Leah leaned forward to kiss me, and I reciprocated. I probed her mouth with my tongue as I thrust my hips more forcefully into her. I felt her hard nipples against my breasts and knew by her nibbling and biting of my lower lip that she was intensely aroused and ready for much more. I reached down and lifted one of her knees forward to open her up and mount her more fully, and began aggressively pumping her throbbing pussy. As I pounded into her, Leah lifted her other knee and wrapped both legs around my back. I resumed kissing and sucking her neck, and rode her like I’ve never ridden a woman before. Suddenly, she bucked up into me; once, then twice, then three times. Then she reached out, grabbed my hips and pulled me down against her. She continued fucking and grinding into me as I thrust my vibrating cock as deeply as I could. An expression of pure ecstasy appeared on her face as she released her appreciative, orgasm-fueled juices.

Feeling the intense sensations flowing through her body and watching her as she climaxed was the final stimulation I needed to cum myself. With my clit grinding against the vibe at the base of the dong, I came in repetitive spasms that lasted over two minutes. We both continued grinding and cumming until our pussies were completely spent and pulsating in the afterglow of our best sexual experience ever.

I love our phenomenal vibing Cyberskin strap-on, I love my girlfriend’s sexy and hot body, and I love the “Miracle Cure” role play scenario more than any other!

5

Prisoner Of Love

Sarah and Kati

My favorite role play experience was with my ex-girlfriend, Kati. She was a police officer, so we pretended I was her inmate and she was my prison guard. I was in the bedroom/cell feigning sleep when she slowly opened the door and walked inside. I opened my eyes and found her standing before me in her full police uniform.

“Inmate!” she barked in an authoritarian tone. “Sit up and look at me when I’m talking to you.”

I promptly sat up, put my legs over the side of the bed and found myself face-to-face with Kati’s groin. Her pants were tight around her crotch as she maneuvered it inches from my mouth.

“How long have you been here, inmate? How long have you been living in this cell?” she asked as she glared down at me over her strapped-down 36-D’s.

“Just over a year, Officer,” I tell her, still looking straight ahead at the substantial bulge in her pants.

“Just over a year, huh? That’s a long time to go without sex, don’t you think, inmate?” She gave a slight thrust to her hips so her bulge briefly grazed my lips. I felt a familiar, welcome, twinge of excitement between my legs.

“Yes, Officer. It is a long time to go without sex,” I replied honestly.

“What does your girlfriend do to you that you miss?” Kati asked while reaching down and tugging on the hidden joy stick in her pants.

“She …” I hesitated, trying not to be inappropriate in my jailer’s presence. “She pleases me with her strap-on cock,” I finally said.

“Is that right?” Officer Kati asked while unzipping her pants. “And how does she please you with it?”

“She lets me suck and kiss it and tongue it all over.”

“And you like sucking her cock?”

“I love sucking it. I love having her in my mouth, consuming and worshipping her while looking into her eyes and holding onto her ass,” I replied while beginning to secretly rub my clit. “She uses that tool in a way that makes me want to suck it all day, Officer.”

“You like eating cock, do you?” Kati asked as she pulled her own tool through the zipper of her uniform pants. She dipped the soft, thick head into my mouth, then out. Then into the side of my cheek and deep in my throat, then back out again, teasingly.

“Mmmmm … it feels so good. I miss that feeling so much,” I say.

“How else does your girlfriend please you with her prick, inmate?” Kati inquired while continuing to bob her flesh-like rod in and out of my mouth. I had to speak between the bobs.

“When my pussy is wet and craving something to fill it, she slides her big, hard cock inside and feeds it over and over and over again, until it’s overwhelmed with pleasure and unloads its grateful juices all over her.”

“Ohhh,” Officer Kati moaned as her cock bobbed in my mouth. She pulled out, let her wet pole float free and said, “On your knees, inmate. Show me that pussy your girlfriend is required to please with her cock.”

I obliged and presented myself doggy-style to her on the bed. She grabbed my hips with both hands, pulled me over the edge, rested her long dong on my ass and entered my pussy with a miniature rubber police baton; moving it in and out, in and out, slowly and sensually. “Like this,” she asked. “Is this what you miss?”

“Mmmm, yes … part of it,” I reply, and grind back against the stimulating device.

“Part of it? What other part do you miss?” she asked while moving the baton more deeply as I became more wet.

“My girlfriend’s strap-on is hard like the baton. But the other part that I miss is the thickness, the way the fat, spongy head feels as it moves inside me, and the softness of her skin. Mmmm,” I reminisced. “Nothing feels as good as her big, thick pole completely filling my pussy while her soft, warm breasts massage my skin. Nothing in the world.”

At this, Officer Kati removed and reholstered her small baton. She gripped my hips tightly and thrust into me as I remained in doggy-style position on the bed. She moved her big dong downward and placed it gently against my clit, rubbing the head around it for several seconds. As I grew increasingly hot and desperate for penetration, Officer Kati slipped two fingers in and out of my pussy. She sucked her wet fingers upon removing them, and slid her long, thick cop cock in immediately after. I almost came instantly when she began going full tilt and started taking me like a sex-starved savage.

“Like this?” she panted, as she crammed my pussy full of her thickly-veined, fleshy silicone member from behind.

“Oh, yes! Yes!” I replied. She was hitting the button over and over, and I rode her master-cock like there was no tomorrow. Officer Kati reached under, grabbed my breasts and pulled me back with them, harder and harder on her pumping tool. I could feel her police uniform rubbing against my ass, and the sensation amplified my excitement. She must have sensed my intensifying arousal, because she lowered one hand and began rhythmically massaging my clit as she continued plowing into my throbbing pussy. It wasn’t long before my entire body was immersed in the overwhelming bliss of multiple orgasms. With each orgasmic contraction, I felt and savored every part of her bulging tool, which led to even more intense reverberations of pleasure.

I experienced multiple orgasms for the first time while riding Officer Kati’s long-cock-of-the-law that night, and “jailhouse” role play has been my favorite kind of play ever since.

6

Deep Penetration Therapy

Heather and Emily

My girlfriend is a pilot for a major commercial airline and is away from home most of the time as a result. Since we don’t get to spend a lot of time together, we thought of a role play game in which we could share what’s been going on in our lives while simultaneously arousing each other and enjoying our sex life. She pretends to be my psychiatrist, with whom I talk about how much I miss my pilot girlfriend and our hot sex together. Here’s how my favorite “session” went:

I walked into the office where Therapist Emily was waiting for me. She sat on a low black leather sofa wearing a tailored Chanel skirt-suit and exposing ample cleavage for my viewing pleasure.

“Hi Heather. How have you been?” she asked as I took my usual seat opposite her.

“I’ve been great, doctor. Great except for the fact that I’ve been a little lonely, missing my girlfriend who’s away all the time for work.” I stole a glance of her big tits bursting through the buttons of her low-cut blouse, and felt my clit instantly respond. I let me eyes drift slowly down to her crotch and knew what was hiding behind that skirt: the biggest strap-on cock I had ever seen. So long and thick with such a wonderfully bulbous, ridged helmet. When she entered me, it felt so good I never wanted her to pull out.

“Everyone gets lonely now and then,” she replied while I remained lost in thought about the massive sex toy between her legs. “What do you do when you get lonely?” she inquired.

“I usually touch myself and think about my girlfriend,” I said.

“And what, specifically, do you think about her when you’re touching yourself?” Therapist Emily probed further.

“I think about how beautiful she is, how her gorgeous breasts feel in my mouth, how good her skin feels against mine, how inviting and delicious her sweet pussy is,” I responded as I looked down at her skirt, then back into her dark bedroom eyes.

“Interesting, interesting,” she replied, adjusting slightly in her seat and repositioning her breasts so her nipples were on the verge of popping out of her top. “Now why don’t you show me how you touch yourself when you’re thinking about her, so I can get a better idea of what you’re talking about.”

“Of course, doctor,” I replied, happy to oblige. I unbuttoned my blouse and ran my left hand under my bra to my right breast and rubbed it, then to the left, then back again. I simultaneously ran my right hand slowly down my stomach, inside my pants, to my already-engorged clit. My pussy was so wet and warm, my fingers slipped straight down to my vaginal entrance. I wanted Emily to enter me at that moment. I looked at her hot tits again, then back at her face, squeezed my legs together and threw my head back as an intense charge of sexual stimulation shot through me. I tweaked my nipples and massaged my breasts more roughly as my excitement grew. “Ohhh … like this. This is how I touch myself when I’m thinking about you … I mean … my girlfriend,” I corrected myself and moaned through the pleasure.

“I see,” she responded while lifting her skirt and pulling out her rigid size XXL strap-on cock. “But I think I could understand more clearly if you had your clothes off while you show me how you touch yourself. Please disrobe and proceed,” she instructed as she casually played with her big, thick, masterful pole. While I followed her instructions to undress, Therapist Emily widened her knees and fondled her love toy more aggressively. The visual experience intensified my excitement and enthusiasm. “What are you thinking right now?” she asked, slowly stroking her huge silicone cock.

Now completely naked in the chair before her, I arched my back and pushed two fingers deep inside my pussy, squeezed my right breast hard, and revealed: “I’m thinking about how good it would feel to have my girlfriend mounting me right now; sliding her big, thick cock deep inside me and completely filling my tight, wet, wanting pussy with her hot tool. Mmmmm … that’s my favorite thing in the world to imagine,” I added as I masturbated more intensely.

“You’re in luck,” Therapist Emily said. “I have a prescription for what’s ailing you, and it will take effect immediately.” She stood and let her thick, meaty wand levitate from underneath her skirt and between us. “What you need is a hot beef injection,” she said while grabbing her giant cock. “Two, actually. One in the mouth and another in the pussy. If these don’t work, we can try one in the ass the next time you come in, but these two usually do the trick.” She motioned for me to come to her cock for my first oral treatment, and I felt my mouth drawn to her “syringe” like a magnet to steel.

“Oh, thank you, doctor. I was hoping you would have a remedy,” I said as I knelt before her and took my first injection in my mouth. I used saliva for lubrication to massage her cock with both hands in a gentle up and down twisting motion while I sucked and tongued the head. I licked and mouthed Therapist Emily’s enormous pole as if it were a melting ice cream cone. She pressed a hand against the back of my head and I passionately and eagerly deep-throated her. Emily moaned with delight as she repeatedly thrust into my face, her big knob banging the back of my throat and her sexy C-cups swinging from her unbuttoned blouse above. My clit throbbed with every thrust. I reached down and secretly inserted two fingers into my dripping pussy while grabbing her smooth round ass with my free hand. She really knew how to work this big tool, and I couldn’t wait to have her working it inside me. Just as this thought crossed my mind, she leaned forward and lifted my chin with two fingers, her fat dick still buried in my throat and her erect nipples mere inches from my face. I looked up at Therapist Emily and waited for her to speak.

“That was the hot beef mouth injection. The hot beef pussy injection is next,” she smiled as she pulled me up and motioned me to the sofa. On my back and rubbing my pussy in anticipation, I stared lustily at the thick, swinging dong she would soon be pumping inside me. Therapist Emily parted my thighs and made way for my second hot beef injection.

“Before I deliver this medicine, I need to prepare the area with my tongue. So …,” she said before diving in and licking my pussy from hole to clit with her flat, wet, warm tongue. It felt so good, I squeezed my thighs against her head and thought I would cum right then. Emily inserted her middle finger and probed me while continuing to lick and kiss my pussy. As I pressed my vulva into her face, she slid another finger inside and sucked my clit. I writhed with pleasure and wanted her to mount me now more than ever. I couldn’t help myself. I reached down, grabbed the back of her head, and pulled her onto me so she could finally fuck me the way I craved. Emily kissed and sucked my tits, nibbling on my nipples and caressing my stomach with her breasts as she went. Then she passionately kissed my neck while positioning her dick between my pussy lips. She found my hole, kissed me hard on the lips, smiled and said, “Here’s your medicine, baby. Delivered with care.”

As she thrust her pussy-hungry prick deep inside me, I pulled my knees up and wrapped my legs around her back. I wanted all of her: All of her huge cock that my tight little throbbing hole could possibly consume. I felt every contour, every vein, every bulge and bump of her glorious sex tool.

“Ohhhh,” I moaned. “You feel so good! Fuck me! Fuck me hard!” Sexual electricity coursed through my body and I was high on the drug of Emily when she shoved one of her swinging tits in my mouth and began pounding into me more forcefully. I sucked in as much of her breast as I could take, greedily devouring her delicious flesh. A few more thrusts and grinds and I was bucking against her in multiple waves of intense orgasmic ecstasy. The force of her pressing back down into me and continuing to fuck me harder than ever kept the orgasmic waves coming. My pussy milked her huge, pumping dong while my mouth simultaneously milked her succulent tit until she, too, was overflowing with pleasure.

Therapist Emily slowly pulled her long, thick pole from my drenched and satisfied pussy, and rested it on my neatly-trimmed bush. She leaned in, kissed me and whispered, “The next time you feel lonely, just let me know and I’ll find a way to get your hot beef injection prescription to you, sweetie.” Emily’s sensual, sexy smile melted me, and I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her passionately and appreciatively before we fell asleep in each other’s arms.

The therapist/client role play experience was easily my favorite of all time, and one that Emily and I have happily replicated on several occasions since the first.

7

The MILF In Madison

Madison and Romi

My girlfriend, Romi, and I are in our 20s and have a great sex life. But when she told me she had sexual fantasies about the stern-but-hot 45-year-old businesswoman next door, I felt a little hurt. Instead of allowing myself to get jealous, however, I decided to give Romi the fantasy she desired and be the MILF of her dreams.

Dressed in a sleek, black St. John skirt, patent leather fuck-me pumps and my breasts bulging over the top of my blouse, I greeted Romi at the door after work.

“Oh, I see they sent a woman to repair the disposal this time,” I purred as I handed her a small toolbox. “Your boss said you were young, but I didn’t realize you would be so much younger than me.” I winked at her and began walking to the kitchen.

“Oh, I get it,” she said, loosening up and following close behind. “This is about the neighbor …”

“This way, dear,” I interrupted and led her to the kitchen, swaying my ass seductively as I went.

“Mmmm, I like what I’m seeing,” Romi said while unbuttoning her shirt and grabbing my ass. “What kind of tool will I need for this job, ma’am?” she asked, playing along.

“I see I have a frisky one on my hands,” I replied with mock disapproval, and batted her hands away from my butt. “You’re here to do a job, young woman. To serve me. Remember?“

“Oh, yes ma’am!” she responded earnestly.

“Now get down on your knees and look under the sink at the garbage disposal,” I ordered as I pushed her down to the floor, facing the sink. “What do you see?” I asked while moving forward, crouching down and lowering my skirt over her eyes; my legs on either side of, and slightly behind, her head.

“It’s difficult to say,” she replied. “It’s a little dark in here.”

I took my 10” rubber vibrating dildo from the counter, handed it down to Romi and said, “That’s because you’re facing the wrong way. Turn around, shine this flashlight upward and then tell me what you see.” I passed the dildo to her while rubbing my panty-less pussy on the back of her head.

“Mmmm,” she moaned, stroking my inner thighs and outer pussy lips with the long, thickly-veined dong. “Now I see it, ma’am.”

“Do you have the special skills required to fix it? Or are you too … inexperienced?” I inquired coyly as I dipped my pussy briefly down to her face and lips.

“Oh, yes ma’am. I definitely have the skills for this job,” she said confidently as she reached up and probed inside me with a finger.

I grabbed her wrist, stopped her fingering and reprimanded her. “That’s not the tool I’m interested in, sweetie. This job requires something a little … bigger. Do you have anything like that?” I lifted my right foot, pressed my high heel into her crotch and tossed the strap-on harness for the dildo onto the floor next to her.

Romi pulled her head from under my skirt, dropped her pants, strapped in and drove her vibrating love pole between my thighs and into my warm, pulsing pussy. “Is this the tool you were looking for?” she asked as she aggressively kissed my neck, squeezed my breasts and rammed her rod into me over and over and over.

“Oh yes!!” I exclaimed as her excitement moved from her pussy, through her magic wand, and into me. “And you use it so well for such a young woman!”

Romi lifted me onto the dining table while she continued pounding my pussy. She raised my legs straight into the air, spread them wide and took a few long, teasingly-slow thrusts. She then crossed my legs in front of me, tightening my grip around her tool and pressing my thigh down on my clit. Then she really let loose and fucked me with wild abandon. I rubbed my jiggling tits and tightened the grip with my legs as my excitement mounted. Romi reached forward and slid her middle finger into my mouth as she filled me with her thick vibrating prick over and over again. I sucked her finger like it was a cock, and her dual penetration of me eventually sent me over the top. After a few more pussy-pounding seconds, I soaked her hard-working tool in warm, wet juices of blissful pleasure.

When Romi felt me climax, she turned me around, bent me over the table with my ass presented to her and entered me anally. I thought I might cum again as my still-dripping pussy tingled from the new and delightful sensations in my ass. After about ten hard and fast pumps, she pushed all of her big tool into me, pressed her warm tits onto my back and reached around to squeeze mine. I felt her muscles spasm as she fell into the throes of orgasm. I pressed my ass hard against her to both absorb and give all the pleasure our beefy dong had in it. Romi later revealed that this was the most intense and electrifying orgasm she had ever experienced.

After this little role play game, Romi told me the next time she saw our hot neighbor, it was me and this thrilling intimate encounter that she fantasized about; not her. One small victory for my inner MILF.

8

Sex Slave

Stephanie and April

My ex-girlfriend, April, had a very active sexual imagination and liked a lot of variety in the bedroom. She was always full of new tricks, ideas and things to try. One evening when we were engaging in a little post-sex pillow-talk, she asked me about my sexual fantasies. When I told her I sometimes fantasized about being sexually dominated and used by an alpha-stud woman with a voracious sexual appetite, she told me she had the perfect role play scenario for me, and that we would “play” when she arrived home from work the next night.

I eagerly awaited April’s arrival the following evening, and my panties remained slightly wet throughout the day as I allowed thoughts of her and what she might do to me to occupy my mind. When she finally arrived, my anticipatory stimulation peaked, and I couldn’t wait to find out what she had in store.

“Where’s my sex slave?” April demanded as she shut the door behind her.

When I saw her enter the living room, I knew she had been as hot all day thinking about tonight as I had been. I could tell by the substantial bulge in her pants that she was packing our favorite toy: the harness-free “Realdoe Feeldoe” double-ended dildo.

“Oh, I see you brought me a package,” I said with an appreciative smile as I stared at her crotch. “How thoughtful,” I added as I approached April and moved in for a kiss.

Instead of returning my kiss, however, she placed her hands on my shoulders, pressed down to bring me to my knees, and shoved her groin into my face. Her hard silicone cock pressed into the fabric of her pants, and against my cheek. April put a hand to the back of my head and began dry-humping my mouth.

“Ah, yeah, that’s one of the holes my cock’s been missing today,” she said as she pushed harder and harder into my face. My clit throbbed and my inner lips grew more slippery with every word and movement. April had listened and understood my fantasy, and I was loving it. While still dry-humping my face, she unbuttoned her top, let the sides of her linen dress shirt flap open and revealed her perfectly-toned abs and firm B-cups, snugly-wrapped in her tight black bra. “Take off those clothes and move to the bedroom, slave,” she ordered. “It’s time for you to be of service to your Master.”

“Yes, Master,” I replied as I looked up at her past her magnificent crotch and beautiful body. I stood, turned and removed and discarded my clothing as we approached the bedroom. By the time we got to the bed, I was completely nude.

“Lay on your back, slave,” April demanded. “And spread those legs.” I followed her orders and awaited her next wishes. “So hot,” she said as she slid two fingers deep inside me, then stuck them in my mouth to be sucked off. “Now unzip my pants and take your Master’s cock out.” She continued fingering me and began squeezing my breasts as I unzipped her and brought her stiff tool out into the open. It felt warm and realistic in my hands, and I couldn’t help imagining how it would feel pumping inside me.

April removed her pants and discarded her shirt, but left her sexy black bra on. She climbed on the bed, moved on top of me, and hovered above; teasingly brushing my pussy with her big ribbed dong, then sliding it around and up my belly as I watched with increasing excitement.

“Squeeze your tits together,” she demanded while stroking and warming her hard pole. I pressed my 36-Cs into each other as April moved up my body, straddled me just below my breasts, and inserted her thick head into the soft, tight crevice they created. She slowly thrust her hips, and with each thrust, my pussy tingled and longed for her to fill it. April leaned forward and fucked my tits as hard and fast as she could while I kept them tightly squeezed together. “Worship my cock! Look at your Master’s cock, slave. And lick it, kiss it, suck it!” she insisted.

“Yes, Master!” I obediently replied, and dutifully licked and lapped the head of her prick every time it popped through my tit tunnel.

April leaned over so that her long, dark, jasmine-scented hair dangled in my face while she continued fucking my tits, and the extra stimulation was thrilling. Just then, she flipped her dick from between my breasts and brought it up to my mouth, sliding her soft, smooth ass over my chest as she went. I almost climaxed the moment she straddled my face, laid her hard tool across my lips and said, “Suck it, slave. Suck it all.”

By this time, I was more than happy to suck it. I gently stroked her big warm prick and prepared my mouth for the meaty treat it was about to receive. She rubbed her hard dick all over my face, then forced it downward, straight into my mouth, and began fucking it. Her thrusts were slow at first, then faster as I tightened my lips and tongue around her pumping pole. The intensity of my arousal opened the back of my throat, allowing all of her in, but I wanted more. I reached around and pressed on her firm, round ass to indicate I wanted it harder, and she obliged. She leaned over farther, her soft, flowing hair brushing my face again, and pulled my head into each of her thrusts as she pounded my cock-starved mouth.

“Suck it, slave. Take it all in. You know you love your Master’s cock down your throat. Take it,” April said with mounting excitement. “Suck it all in, cock-slave!”

I looked up at April while she was buried deep inside my throat, past her long hair, and into her deep, passion-filled eyes. I sucked her harder and more enthusiastically than ever. Moments later, I could feel her about to cum from the dual-dildo stimulation, but she quickly pulled out.

“Where’s that pussy?” April asked while slapping my face with her saliva-covered member. It felt so good to have my Master’s hard prick all over me. She moved back down the bed and fingered my pussy while positioning herself between my bent knees. She could tell I was aching for satisfaction and moved in to take her slave pussy. She lifted my hips in the air so my feet and upper back remained on the bed, and my pussy was at her cock-level as she knelt between my thighs. I thoroughly enjoyed the view of my Master’s dominant position with her bobbing dual-dong mere inches from my submissive and ready-to-serve wet hole.

April slid her hands under my ass, moved her thick tool closer and inserted the warm, rigid rod slowly at first … very slowly. Then she moved up a little and began grinding her pelvis into my clit while continuing to thrust in and out. My pussy reflexively squeezed her big pole more tightly when the grinding began, and I felt like I would cum that instant. But I’m glad I didn’t, because shortly after, she thrust more deeply and powerfully, ramming her Master cock harder and harder into my throbbing, wet slave pussy.

“Take your Master’s cock, slave. This cock owns your tight little pussy, so you better take all of it,” she said behind her breathless excitement. I was so turned on by her aggressive sexual dominance that I had the most intense multiple-orgasms of my life.

I reflexively bucked into April as the first orgasm began erupting and pulsing through me. She pulled my pussy even tighter against her as she thrust harder into its climactic contractions; and reached forward to rub and squeeze my enthusiastically jiggling breasts with one hand. Multiple waves of orgasmic pleasure flowed through my pussy and over my body as she continued to ramrod her big, hard Master meat inside me. My hot, wet hole throbbed around her pounding dick for several seconds after the multiples began to subside. Then I felt the warm, sensual sensation of her alpha-stud orgasm flow from her body, through her thrill-stick into my stud-hungry pussy. April lowered my hips to the bed, leaned in on top of me and left her cock inside for several minutes as we both enjoyed the pleasure and intimacy of a passionate post-orgasm embrace.

I’m not into hardcore bondage or anything abusive or painful, but this dominance/submission role play game with April was my most stimulating sexual experience ever.

9

The Bar Hook-Up

Gia and Ruby

Ruby and I had been dating for about six months before we got into role playing, and I think the sexiest scenarios were the ones that took place in public. My favorite was the bar hook-up. Here’s how it went:

I went to the Veranda Bar at Hotel Figueroa, ordered a drink and sat alone at the bar sipping it in my tight, low-cut top, short skirt and black patent heels. My breasts were pushed up slightly over the top of my blouse to signal to nearby men that I was open for action. Several tried to woo me with both words and drinks, but I shot down all comers … until Ruby came in and took a seat at the end of the bar.

Dressed for business in a sharp black Chanel pantsuit and heels, she pretended not to know me as she ordered her drink and settled in. Sipping our cocktails separately, we eventually made eye contact and Ruby locked hers on mine like a predator staring at its prey. I briefly smiled at her, then glanced shyly away. Ruby finished her Scotch, sat her glass down on the bar, and casually and confidently walked over and occupied the empty stool next to me. Sitting with one leg on either side of me and her elbow resting on the bar, she said, “Well hello, beautiful. Would you allow me the honor of buying you another drink?”

Ruby could be suave when she was sure she would score, and I enjoyed seeing her in action. I looked her up and down with approving and interested eyes as the men I had rejected looked on. I leaned in, smiled and replied, “Amaretto Sour.”

After ordering our drinks, Ruby turned back to me, looked longingly at my bulging breasts and asked, “What’s a hot girl like you doing drinking Amaretto Sours alone in a place like this?”

“Maybe I’m waiting for a woman like you to come along and ask me that question,” I replied and took a long, slow drink from the fresh glass the bartender passed to me.

“Is that right?” she inquired, sipping her own drink and enjoying getting tipsy with me. “And what kind of woman is that?” she pressed.

I turned to face her more fully, looked directly into her crotch, leaned in and whispered, “The kind who likes to pack-and-play.” I brushed my hand lightly over the slight lump in her pants created by her bendable silicone strap-on cock and added, “unlike the boys with their little toys who tried to play with me earlier.”

A sly smile drifted across Ruby’s face as she subtly pressed her bulge into my hand while my previous suitors looked on in envy. She downed her drink, tipped my chin up with two fingers, leaned in and kissed me lightly on the lips. She ran her free hand up the side of my leg, and my nipples stiffened with the delightful sensation. She then pulled back, looked down at her crotch and asked, “Are you sure your little pussy can take a real dyke’s tool? Or might it be too much for you to handle?”

I rested my hands on her knees, slowly slid them up her inner thighs and seductively said: “I don’t know if I can handle it yet, but I do know I’ll thoroughly enjoy trying.”

Ruby pulled out a hotel room key and dangled it before me. “Let’s go, baby,” she said with a wink. I smiled, gathered my purse, grabbed her hand and joined her in exiting the bar while all eyes followed us.

Once inside the room, we were both so hot and ready that we practically attacked each other. She grabbed my ass aggressively as I turned around and reached for her hard, hidden pole. I rubbed it through her pants and could hardly wait to pull it out and wrap my lips around it. She played with my tits and started removing my top while backing me up to the bed. When I hit the edge and sat down, Ruby dropped her pants and whipped out her long, thick silicone dong. She straightened it out and it bobbed in front of me a couple times before I could catch the head between my lips. She tweaked my nipples and squeezed my tits while I savored the big, beautiful lady-cock in my mouth. I got so hot sucking her that I began rubbing my pussy and taking her deeper and deeper down my throat. My pussy was ready to take her deep, too, and it would soon get its wish.

“Turn over and get on your knees,” she said as she pulled me up with my tits and moved me to the center of the bed. With my face resting on a pillow and my ass high in the air, she approached from behind and slid the thick head of her flesh-like tool in between my pussy lips; tickling my excited clit with each thrust. I saw a stream of my pussy juices glide down past her big rod and knew she could both feel and see my increasing arousal.

“Oh, yeah,” she said while sliding two fingers inside me. “Nice pussy. Here comes your treat now, sweet little pussy.” Ruby pulled her long thick dong up and pressed the spongy head just inside. My pussy muscles contracted around it and tried to pull more in, but Ruby teased me. “Mmmm, such a nice, snug fit,” she moaned. “Such a hot, wet little pussy,” she added while reaching around and fingering my clit.

“It feels so good with your huge cock filling it up,” I responded. “Please, more. Fuck me. I want all of it,” I moaned, still dripping with desire and dyke-cock lust.

“Don’t worry, baby,” she said. “There’s enough here to feed that hungry pussy for days.” She began thrusting into me a little faster and a little harder. “As long as I’m around, your hot little hole will always be filled, sweetheart.”

Ruby reached around, grabbed and pulled at my dangling breasts and slammed her pole harder than ever into me. I arched my back and pressed my ass up into her, like an offering to the Dyke-Cock Goddess. “Oh, fuck me! Fuck me!” I yelled. Ruby followed my request by pulling my legs farther apart, mounting me from a lower angle, and ramming me with all her cock and all her might. With every glorious thrust, I felt like my pussy would burst into orgasm. I rocked back hard on her fast-pumping prick and milked all the sweet sensations I could out of it while she held me by the hips and took her own pleasures from me.

Ruby fell forward onto my back as she delivered her final passionate thrusts, and we both shared our first-ever simultaneous orgasms. We remained there, me flat on my stomach, her on my back with her long, spent silicone cock still resting inside me. Ruby lovingly kissed my neck as her hair tickled my shoulders and back, and we savored the final blissful moments of our exciting erotic encounter. What had started out as public teasing ended in private, and utterly spectacular, pleasing.

10

The Gynecologist’s New Tool

Sofia and Ashley

My girlfriend, Ashley, revealed a few months into our relationship that she was envious of gynecologists since they get paid to examine and probe women’s bodies every day. So I shared with her a secret – that every time my gynecologist examines me, I get turned on and I imagine her pulling out a strap-on and fucking me right there. Unfortunately, there’s always a nurse standing diligently by, making sure nothing goes on that insurance companies might be concerned about; so my fantasy, I told her, was destined to remain merely a fantasy and nothing more.

Ashley, however, thought of a way to bring both our fantasies to life and simultaneously satisfy our most intimate and private desires. She set up our bed to look like the doctor’s office examination table, including leg props that mimicked the lift and spread from stirrups.

I wore a short, skimpy silk robe with nothing underneath and sat on the edge of the bed awaiting my “doctor’s” arrival. When she came through the door, she was wearing a white lab coat and carrying a clipboard with papers and a pen.

“Well hello, Sofia. It’s good to see you again,” she chimed cheerfully as she approached the bed in a doctorly, concerned fashion. “How have you been since I last saw you? Any problems; any concerns?”

“I’ve been great, doctor,” I replied. “No problems. I’m just in for my annual check-up and exam.”

“Great, great,” she said while moving forward and looking into my eyes with a pen light, then my mouth. “Say ‘awwww,’” she instructed, and I did. “Very nice, very nice,” she said, writing on her clipboard. “And uh … before I proceed, Sofia, you’ll notice I don’t have a nurse standing by to oversee the examination today. Are you comfortable being examined in the absence of an independent medical observer?” she asked.

“Yes, of course, doctor,” I replied, excited at the prospect.

“Excellent,” she said, smiling slyly and gently pulling open the top of my robe. She exposed and felt my left breast, then my right, as she pushed the robe back and moved in closer. “You’ve been doing your regular self-exams for breast cancer, I assume,” she asked as she squeezed and played with my breasts.

“Oh, yes. Every day, doctor,” I said. I caught a glimpse of her bosom through the open lab coat and saw that her nipples were fully erect beneath her snug scrubs. The sight of her nipples and my knowledge of her excitement titillated and thrilled me, causing my pussy to grow increasingly wet.

“Lay back and put your legs in the stirrups, my dear,” she said as she pressed against my shoulders and helped me move up the bed on my back. I removed the robe along the way and lay naked before her; legs hiked, pussy wet and twitching, and her large braless breasts hovering inches from my face behind that thin fabric. I was already in heaven, and we had only just begun.

Ashley stood at the end of the bed between my legs and peered at my open pussy while rubbing her crotch. She moaned involuntarily. “That’s so fucking hot,” she finally said. She pulled her hand away from herself, leaned forward and spread my pussy lips farther apart. “Mmmmm … It looks really, really good here, Sofia. You’ve been taking great care of this pussy, I see.”

“I try, doctor. I stimulate it every morning and every night and keep it as happy and healthy as I can,” I replied with a smile.

“Oh, yes,” she added while probing inside with a small dildo she had in her lab coat pocket. “It slides like a dream. Your lubrication system is certainly in fine working order,” she said as though impressed.

Ashley continued her intimate examination, alternately penetrating me with the dildo and her fingers. I felt her begin grinding her clit against the corner of the bed, and my pussy began to salivate in anticipation of what was to come. I couldn’t wait for her to be grinding into me like that. But for now, she still probed and examined while I rubbed my tits, sat back and enjoyed.

Suddenly, I felt her tongue flick my clit once, then twice, and I got a quick charge. Then another flick, then a suck, and I instantly wanted her to fuck me hard and deep. “Ohhhh,” I moaned as I pinched my own nipples and ached for full penetration. “Oh Doctor, this is so … unorthodox.”

“It’s a new exam technique,” she replied as she gave me another warm, wet lick before standing up.

“Oh, I see,” I said, always happy to try new things.

“And there’s another new technique I’m going to use right now, okay,” she said as she pulled a dual-penetration strap-on out of a drawer. It had one long, thick silicone dildo for pussy penetration and another shorter, thinner little dildo underneath for simultaneous anal penetration.

“Yes, please do!” I replied.

“It’s a whole new kind of tool we’re introducing to get a better picture of what’s going on inside you,” she explained as she dropped her pants and strapped in. “Much better than any of the current technology, and a lot more comfortable going in, too.”

I leaned forward slightly and could see her long, realistic-looking cock bobbing between us; its one eye seemingly searching for my pussy. The tool I had always longed for in my doctor’s office had finally arrived, and I couldn’t wait for her to use it on me.

“Now, bring your pussy closer to the edge of the bed,” she said as she pulled me toward her; my legs still propped up in the stirrups. I felt the tip of her big dong touch my ass, bob up to my inner thigh, then rest on my vulva, and the feeling was electrifying. It tickled my pussy while the smaller dildo below teased my ass, and I craved satisfaction more than ever.

Dripping wet from her teasing, I pushed my pussy closer to Ashley in an attempt to grasp her thick pole with it. She wanted it just as much as I did at that point and plunged in all the way to the hilt. The dual-dildo stimulation of both my pussy and ass almost put me over the top right then, but I fought the urge to cum and absorbed the intensely titillating sensations coursing through my body. I had never felt so aroused and hot for anyone in my life as Ashley thrust her dual-tools harder and harder into my wet, throbbing hole and ass.

“Oh, yeah,” she moaned. “This new device indicates that you have a perfectly healthy, perfectly ready-to-be-fucked pussy, Sofia,” she said cheerily as she removed her lab coat and top. The visual of Ashley’s big D-cups swinging above me amplified the pleasure below, and I couldn’t resist reaching up and grabbing them. She smiled and added, “I’m getting the readings right now, and they’re all positive.”

“Oh, your cock feels so good,” I whispered mindlessly in my euphoric haze. She pulled on my hips and began fucking my pussy and ass faster and faster; pounding so hard my tits bounced in my face. “Oh, fuck me, doctor, fuck me! I want all of it!” I moaned while still massaging and squeezing her big, pendulous, swinging tits.

Ashley leaned forward, pressed her breasts against mine, pushed my left leg as far back as it would go and went the deepest anyone has ever been inside me; touching off the most spectacular orgasm I have ever experienced in my life. As I repeatedly climaxed all over her dual-shafts, she continued ramming into me with just as much force and passion as before. Ashley eventually fell on top of me in exhausted sexual bliss as the intense stimulation sent her over the top.

Prior to this role play experience, I thought the ‘G-spot’ was just a myth, but Dr. Ashley made me a true believer. I couldn’t have asked for a better doctor’s exam, and couldn’t have been happier with the results I received. The tool she used should be a mandatory piece of equipment in the offices of gynecologists everywhere.

Lesbian Brothel

An Erotic Lesbian Adventure

Jennifer Power

Peyton Press * Los Angeles

CONTENTS

1

Initiation

2

Boom-Boom Room

3

Nude Blindfolded Mingling

4

Lesbian Pole Dancing

5

Stuff-The-Muff

6

Pussy Galore

1

Initiation

As I leaned against my beloved blue ’64 Mustang convertible and felt gas pulse through the thick hose to its almost-empty tank, my eyes followed a vision that would get anyone’s motor running. Sofia drifted across the dimly-lit, wind-swept desert service station with the grace of a gazelle; her short linen summer dress clinging to the soft curves of her thighs and full breasts. The wind lifted her hem enough for me to see her firm round ass, and there was just enough jiggle in her walk to make the sight almost pornographic. I glanced around and noticed two men fueling different cars; both following her with their eyes. I knew what they were thinking, because I was thinking it too … or at least something very similar.

Sofia and I had been friends for years and were headed to Vegas for her cousin’s bachelorette party, but I also had other plans in mind and on the schedule. She’s one of those straight girls who love to flirt with and tease their lesbian friends: always sitting in my lap, throwing her arms around me, touching me and pressing her breasts into me at every opportunity. Sofia’s incredibly sexy and she had teased just a little too much for me to believe there wasn’t at least some bisexual in her, so I decided to take her to the ultimate lesbian playground and immerse her in women who would tease and play with her the way she had been teasing and playing with me for so long.

One of my most sex-obsessed friends told me about a secret lesbian brothel in the desert outside Las Vegas where the action is so hot even the most rabidly-heterosexual woman could be turned into a lesbian overnight. I wasn’t as interested in making Sofia into a lesbian as I was in just getting past the tease and into her panties at least one time. I was determined to make tonight that night. As she walked back toward the car, the wind and her dress collaborating to outline every curve and movement of her body for me, I felt my heart race and my excitement mount.

“I can’t decide if you look better coming or going,” I commented honestly.

“How would you know, since you’ve never seen me cum?” she replied in her characteristic flirtatious style, and gave my ass a gentle slap as she returned to her place in the Mustang.

“Yet!” I reminded her as I slipped back into the driver’s seat, unable to restrain an expanding smile.

“Oh, someone sounds confident!” Sofia laughed. “Confidence is so sexy,” she added while running a finger down my arm and briefly to my knee. She took a long drink of water, tugged her dress higher up her thighs and let her legs slightly, slowly spread. Back on the road, she cocked her head back and looked dreamily at the millions of stars above as the warm night wind whipped her long chestnut hair. Glancing at her while I drove, I felt a growing contrast between the dry desert air around us and the increasing wetness between my legs.

“That looks like our turn ahead,” I said as I noticed the giant, sun-faded lavender steel Buddha that stood in a field by the road and blissfully pointed skyward. My brothel connection had told me of this Buddha – it meant we were near.

“Oh!” Sofia exclaimed as she sat upright in her seat. “The surprise you told me about! I’m so excited! What is it? Tell me,” she insisted.

“Just a little side adventure before we’re both knee-deep in dong at Kendra’s bachelorette party,” I hinted. “Nothing you can’t handle,” I assured her with a wink.

Two burly bodyguards standing outside the dark entrance to The Posh Puss Club waved us in, and Sofia grasped my hand as if we were entering a haunted house. “Is this a strip club?” she asked, still unsure of what awaited within.

“Not exactly,” I replied and pulled her closer. “Something a little more … interactive … but you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to,” I reassured her.

“Oh!” Sofia exclaimed as she saw the ‘working girls’ walking around in their lingerie and noticed two women passionately making out on a nearby red velvet chaise. “I see,” she added with growing understanding and anticipation. She squeezed my hand tighter and said, “Kind of a ‘girls-only’ club, huh?”

“That’s right,” I responded, happy that she appeared more intrigued and curious than I had anticipated.

We were led by the tall, leggy House Mistress down a dark hallway and into a large, candle-lit room with a long row of water basins through the center. About 50 women were in the room in various states of undress, mostly clients with their chosen Mistress of the night, but there were a few couples like Sofia and myself. We took our places at one of the available basins and joined the initiation already in progress.

Sofia and I followed the lead of the women around us and stripped our clothes off. I had been working out and felt confident with my tight abs, healthy breasts and bubble butt, but Sofia seemed surprisingly self-conscious. She’s curvaceous, buxom and was the sexiest woman in the room, so I leaned in and whispered, “You’re the hottest thing here,” in her ear, and added a nibble of her earlobe before I leaned back and reassumed my position.

Before entering any of the brothel’s five sex play rooms, we were required to wash all of our partner’s most intimate parts. To prove to the House Mistress that our partner had been adequately cleaned, we had to say the alphabet with our face buried in her pussy. So I dipped my hand towel in warm, soapy water and began gently, teasingly rubbing around Sofia’s nipples, then under and around her breasts. She laughed and her tits jiggled, shaking some of the soap free. I reapplied it and rubbed her breasts with both of my wet, warm, soapy hands. The feeling of their softness and heft sent an instant, excited charge to my clit. I rinsed and squeezed her beautiful breasts as she did the same to mine. We hadn’t even begun and I was already intensely aroused. As I slid the soapy towel down Sofia’s abdomen and to her warm, waiting pussy, she spread her legs ever-so-slightly to allow me access. I looked back up at her nipples and noticed that they were harder than before. She was definitely into it, and her excitement amplified my own.

I felt her clit through the soapy cloth and fingered it briefly before moving the towel around in a circular, cleansing manner. When it came time to rinse her pussy, I intentionally rubbed the towel teasingly against her clit while I tickled her ass with the other end. She moaned, smiled, and did the same thing to me, much to my surprise and delight. We were clean and more than ready to go, so I waved a hand to let the House Mistress know that we were prepared to take the alphabet test to pass.

“Who wants to go first?” the Mistress asked as she approached.

“I will,” Sofia and I replied simultaneously. Her eagerness was equally surprising and titillating.

“You,” the Mistress said, pointing at Sofia with what looked like a riding crop. “You do her first.”

Sofia approached me, smiled, slid her freshly-cleaned breasts down my body and placed her mouth in front of my pussy. Knelt before me, she grabbed me by the waist, pushed her face into me and began: “A, B, C, …” The incredible sensation combined with the visual was mind-blowing and I thought I would hit the big ‘O’ before she even got to that letter. I could feel her large breasts brush against my thighs as she continued, and by the time she got to ‘Z,’ I was ready to ravage her.

“Okay, your turn,” the House Mistress instructed as Sofia stood up, smiled and slowly licked her glistening lips. I gladly assumed my position before Sofia, but before I buried my face and began the test, I spread her lips apart, licked from her vaginal opening to the tip of her clit, gently kissed her clit and then suctioned my mouth around the entire area. I said the alphabet deep into her, occasionally taking time to lap and lick at her sweet, swelling peach. I could feel her clit grow under my tongue and I savored the juices that were flowing from her. At ‘T’ she reflexively reached for her breast and threw her head back, and I could tell that she was on the verge of what I had been on the verge of only moments earlier. I pulled back so her night wouldn’t be over before it had begun, and passed the alphabet test with flying colors.

As Sofia and I put our clothes back on, the House Mistress pointed to five doors in different parts of the room. Each of the doors led to a different sex play environment, she explained. “The Boom-Boom Room,” the Mistress continued, “is where most guests usually prefer to visit first. It’s one of only two rooms that offer alcoholic beverages and medicinal marijuana, for those so-inclined.” She waved her hand at another couple to indicate that she was on the way to administer their alphabet test and began walking away. “Have fun, girls,” she added with a smile and parted.

“To The Boom-Boom Room?” I asked Sofia as she beamed excitedly at me.

She grabbed my hand eagerly and said, “Boom-boom, baby! Let’s go!” I knew then that this was going to be a night to remember.

2

Boom-Boom Room

As we entered the hip, trendy Boom-Boom Room with its pin-up model covered walls and nightclub lighting, I recognized the song throbbing through the speakers as “Alice” by Belleruche, one of my favorites. I was feeling the vibe, and I could tell Sofia was, too, by the way she pressed her breasts and pelvis into me.

“A Mai Tai for her and I’ll have O.G. Kush with a glass pipe,” I said to the cocktail waitress who promptly came to take our order. I led Sofia to an empty, flat leather sofa in a dark corner of the room, one of numerous such sofas scattered about. We lounged there and enjoyed the view as the waitress delivered our goods.

“Oh my God,” Sofia exclaimed as she watched several women around the room openly having sex on some of the sofas. “What is this, Lesbian Utopia?!” she asked with a laugh and moved in closer to me. A group of six girls who looked like they came straight from a sorority party were doing naked body shots of tequila while taking turns using a strap-on on each other. At another sofa one of the brothel Mistresses was riding the face of her gleeful client, who was simultaneously fingering her own pussy. And at yet another, larger sofa, two brothel Mistresses were engaging a client who sought the pleasures of a threesome.

“For some people, this is the only room they make it to,” the sultry waitress said, nodding toward the naked revelers while handing us our drink and weed.

“Well,” I replied while tipping her generously, “we’re going to put our self-control to the test and try to get through all five.”

“Ha! Good luck,” she retorted with a smile as she moved on to serve the growing gaggle of sorority girls.

“All five rooms, huh?” Sofia asked while downing her drink. “So you’re saying you can resist succumbing to the sexual seduction of these ladies … and me … five times in five different ways?” Her drink must have been a strong one because she was already tipsy.

I took a long draw of my Kush, felt all my muscles relax and my mind float freely, exhaled slowly and replied, “I’m saying I’m going to try.” I took another puff and added with a smile: “But whether I succeed or fail, I still come out winning.”

Sofia laughed at this, throwing her head back and exposing her long, smooth, vulnerable neck. I could no longer resist. I leaned in and kissed her gently; then more deeply. Her lips were so soft and full, and tasted of rum. I had expected more resistance and the need for at least a little coaxing, but was pleased by her adventurous enthusiasm. It felt like we were drifting away on our own cloud from the rest of the club, with only the thumping music accompanying us. I moved my hand to Sofia’s breast and felt her submit under my touch. She wanted it, and her wanting it made me want her even more.

I unhinged her bra through the back of her dress and freed the delicious D-cups I had lusted after for so long. After sliding the straps of her dress down her arms and peeling the cloth away from her bosom, I found myself face-to-nipples with the boobs of my dreams. For the first time, I seriously doubted that I would make it through all five rooms. The heft and firmness of her big, soft breasts excited and titillated me, and I felt myself getting more and more wet as I licked and nibbled around her nipples.

“Ohhh, that feels good,” she whispered while one of her hands found the back of my head. The slight encouragement was all I needed to proceed further. I squeezed her breasts harder and licked and kissed them hungrily while running my right hand around to her curvaceous behind. With a mouth full of breast and a hand full of ass, I was completely immersed in Sofia’s intense sexual energy. She writhed against me and moaned with every new touch, and I could tell that she wanted this just as badly as I did. I moved up her body to kiss her neck and earlobe while using my free hand to pull her dress up and her panties down. The sweet pussy I had craved and dreamt about for so long was so close, and I couldn’t wait to get to it.

Just as I started to slip my hand between her thighs, I felt someone grab my ass and glide their long, delicate fingers up one side to my breast. I looked around and saw a hot, curvy brothel Mistress dressed in a black velvet corset and matching crotchless panties. Another Mistress dressed similarly, but in red, was rubbing her exposed breasts on Sofia. Our Mistresses then leaned over both of us and French kissed while continuing to caress our bodies. Sofia and I went with the flow and enjoyed the two lovely ladies together. I kissed and sucked my Mistress’ tits as she dangled them over me while I simultaneously fingered Sofia’s soft, swelling pussy lips. Then I watched as her Mistress kissed her while grinding her crotch into my hand, pressing it harder and deeper into Sofia’s pussy.

Our Mistresses continued rubbing their beautiful bodies all over us as we both grew increasingly excited. Sofia grabbed her own breasts while moaning with delight, and I knew she was getting close to the edge. Just seeing her in the midst of such bare naked lust like that was enough to almost make me cum, so I decided it would be a good time for us to check out what was behind Door #2. The waitress’ words about a lot of women not making it past the Boom-Boom Room were still ringing in my head, and I didn’t want to be one of those statistics. As good as this was, I knew that the best was yet to come. So I pulled away from my Mistress, leaned into Sofia, lifted her dress straps back up, whispered, “Next room,” and motioned toward the nearest door.

Sofia leaned up and kissed me, then smiled with lust-filled eyes and said, “Let’s go.”

3

Nude Blindfolded Mingling

After entering Door #2, Sofia and I found ourselves in a hallway with two new Mistresses who were there to provide instructions and information about the next room: Nude Blindfolded Mingling. They tied silky blindfolds around our eyes, removed our clothes and ushered us through the door to the next adventure – Sofia first, then me two minutes later. The idea was to mingle and “socialize” with women by feel rather than sight, so Sofia and I were separated to allow us both to fully enjoy the experience – and possibly rediscover each other along the way.

When the door opened and it was my turn to enter, I stepped hesitantly at first, uncertain of my footing and surroundings. But I felt one of the long feathers that the Mistresses said would help guide us around the room. Several brothel Mistresses stood at various locations and guided the guests away from hazards or potential accidents with three-foot-long, soft feathers. The sensation was simultaneously startling and titillating. I could hear kissing, moaning and mumbled pillow talk while the Gotan Project remix of “Whatever Lola Wants” thumped through the speakers and vibrated throughout my body.

As I progressed blindly into the cavernous room, I felt more and more flesh surrounding me. Warm, soft breasts pressing from the right, and a big, round, squeezable ass suddenly in my left hand. I wanted to go in every direction at once, but I kept moving forward. I discovered and explored the breasts of a curvy woman who approached from the right, and felt another woman bump into my ass and slowly slide her hands up and around to my 36-Cs. She must have liked what she felt, because she remained and continued to examine and read my body with her hands. I was suddenly sandwiched between these two naked mystery women with one’s pussy against my ass and the other’s breasts in my hands and mouth. The woman behind me tweaked my nipples and the pleasure caused me to reflexively press my ass back into her. She responded by slightly spreading my legs and pushing her pussy harder against me. I was so ready to be fucked by her at that moment, with the strangers tits still in my mouth, and wished the ass girl had brought a strap-on. Just as this thought crossed my mind, she slowly slid a finger inside my pussy. It felt so good, I instantly clamped down and began milking it for all I could get.

While receiving this intense pleasure from behind, I removed my mouth from the breasts of the woman in front of me, sucked my middle finger until it was suitably wet, reached down and probed her already-drenched pussy. I ran my fingers between her pussy lips and marveled at how silky smooth she felt. I kissed her deeply on the lips as my middle finger found her appreciative hole and probed inside. I continued kissing her, rubbed her hot, firm tits and moved two more fingers inside her while the woman behind me got on her knees. Once in position, she fingered me while licking my ass and inner thighs. The intense stimulation was overwhelming and I pressed harder and more aggressively than ever into both women. I had never been so turned on and felt like I could cum at any moment.

I increased the pace and intensity of my finger-banging of the woman in front of me, and used my thumb to tease and stimulate her clit. I took one of her breasts into my mouth again and sucked it while she moaned and writhed against me. I felt the woman behind me lick her way up my thigh to my pussy lips, then bury her tongue deep inside me. The intense pleasure made me penetrate my fingers more deeply into the woman whose breasts I was sucking. She responded by clenching down on my fingers with her pussy muscles, tightening up, and releasing a distinct cry of ecstasy. She was on the tip of orgasm, so I gave it to her harder and faster. She pulled me in close and squeezed me against her heaving breasts as her spasming pussy released its juices all over my still-pumping hand. I lightly rubbed her clit with my thumb and felt the smasms intensify. She was having multiples and I was on the verge of having my own as the woman behind me continued to lap at my pussy and explore it with her long, devilishly-curious tongue.

With my fingers still buried deep inside her, the now-satisfied woman in front of me leaned forward, whispered, “Thank you,” and kissed me gratefully on the lips. She rubbed my breasts and added, “You’ve got the magic touch, baby.” I was genuinely flattered by the compliment and gave her ass one last long squeeze as she walked away. It wasn’t Sofia’s ass, but whoever’s it was, this woman was built for fun. She had the most sensational body I’ve never seen, and I won’t soon forget it.

What I also couldn’t forget, despite the intensely arousing sensations being delivered by the highly skilled woman behind me, was Sofia. Where was she, who was she with and what were they doing? I wondered. I gracefully withdrew myself from the woman servicing me and asked one of the feather operators to lead me to the exit. Just after my blindfold was off, but before the door to the mingling room was fully closed, I saw Sofia against a near wall, smiling gleefully while two of the sorority girls fondled, kissed and teased her. I was glad she was having fun, but I knew the room where the real fun would take place had yet to be visited, so I relaxed, got dressed, took another puff of Kush and waited for her to finish with the party girls.

4

Lesbian Pole Dancing

The next room was dark, with flashing strobe lights and a thumping techno beat throbbing through the floor. It took several seconds for my eyes to adjust before I noticed the tall poles rising from ground to ceiling, and the women who were performing with them. Some of the dancers wore tight leather bustiers with sheer black stockings and garters, but no panties. Others wore short, tight leather skirts and black come-fuck-me pumps, but were topless. Sofia and I found a table and enjoyed another drink and a little more weed while watching the show.

“So…” I started. “Are you lesbian yet?”

“If I’m not, I’m at least closer than I’ve ever been,” she replied, smiling and running her hand along my thigh under the table. “That was so intense. I barely made it out without … you know …”

“So your lesbian cherry is still fully intact?” I inquired as I extended my hand and moved her long hair over her shoulder to expose her beautiful, sexy neck.

Sofia gave me a knowing and approving look as she downed her second Mai Tai and grew friskier. There were those breasts again. Calling my name. I reached out to slip a hand inside her dress, but one of the topless Mistresses leaned over from behind us and beat me to the punch, sliding one hand inside Sofia’s dress and the other down my top so she was massaging our breasts simultaneously. Sofia and I looked at each other and smiled. This Mistress clearly knew her way around a woman’s boob.

The music seemed to get louder and more energizing, and we all moved in closer. The topless Mistress leaned forward to kiss Sofia just as a bottomless Mistress arrived to give me a lap dance. She began by facing me and teasingly swaying her hips inches from my mouth. As I was enjoying this display, she picked up my weed pipe, took a long draw, then leaned in to kiss me. While we were kissing she blew the smoke into my mouth and I inhaled both her and it in equal amounts. I felt my head spinning and my clit starting to tingle again.

The topless Mistress making out with Sofia continued massaging my breast with one hand while the bottomless Mistress turned around so that her ass was in my face, and proceeded with her lap dance. She pushed her big, round, thick ass up to my mouth and I couldn’t resist reaching out and grabbing it. It felt so soft and sexy that I moved in and gave it a gentle bite. I rubbed and kissed and nibbled it as she pumped it into my face, then down my chest, into my lap and back up again. While she was leaned over, I moved forward and grabbed her swinging tits and buried my face in her vagina from behind. I could feel her pussy twitching around my tongue, and she responded with a long, deep moan. She tasted as good as she looked and I wanted more. I licked and sucked her clit and ate her pussy like a starving animal while I squeezed her erect, dangling nipples.

Just as she was about to cum, she pulled away and switched positions with Sofia’s topless Mistress. Now Sofia was enjoying the lap dance and that sweet ass while I was being fed a healthy helping of double-D’s from Topless Mistress. She straddled me in my seat and lowered her breasts into my mouth from above, making them look even more massive than they already were. I eagerly kissed and worshipped every inch of her big luscious tits while I caressed her hips, thighs and full ass. I felt her excitement growing and pulled her in tight, reached around her back, slid my hand under her ass to her pussy from behind and pulled her soft velvet panties aside just enough to slip my finger between her wet lips. Her pussy was warm and welcoming, so I slid a second finger in and gently stroked her as she squeezed her tits together and rubbed them all over my face. I could feel her pressing her pussy harder into my fingers and could tell she was enjoying the ride, but suddenly it was time for the Mistresses to switch tables again. Topless Mistress stepped back from straddling me and turned to leave. Then she turned back around, leaned forward, kissed me and whispered, “Thank you, sweetie.” With a wink, she was gone, and Sofia and I were left horny, high and more ready than ever to get what we came here for.

“Are you ready to really get the party started?” I asked as I leaned into her and ran my hand from her knee, up her inner thigh, and next to but not touching her pussy. I softly caressed the sensitive crease between her upper thigh and vulva, and awaited her answer.

“Ohhhh, I’m ready,” she replied dreamily as she gazed at me with dark, passionate bedroom eyes.

I gently stroked her pussy with two fingers, kissed her seductively-pouting lips, took her by the hand and said, “Follow me.”

5

Stuff-The-Muff

The fourth room looked like a vast love-lounge with numerous large, small and medium sofas and beds scattered around. Almost every bed was occupied by naked clients getting their pussies filled by leather-clad Mistresses with strap-ons. One of these Mistresses escorted us to two adjoining beds and explained the rules of the Stuff-The-Muff room. We were here to be serviced by the brothel Mistresses and we were not allowed to “give,” only “receive.”

Our Mistresses arrived, stripped Sofia and I naked and laid us down on adjoining beds. I looked to my left and saw Sofia smiling blissfully at me as her Mistress lightly kissed her neck down to her clavicle and then around her breasts. Her pink nipples were getting erect again, as were mine since my Mistress was doing the same thing to me. The Mistresses were like mirror images, performing the exact same acts on both of us so that our experience was truly a shared one. I felt my Mistress’ soft round breasts sweeping across my stomach as she kissed my tits and tongued my nipples. I pushed up into her and felt more of her breasts spread their warmth over my bare skin. It felt so good, I immediately wanted to grab her boobs and give them all the attention they deserved with my mouth and hands, but I couldn’t – the rules of the room demanded passivity on the part of the client, so I complied.

Sofia appeared to be enjoying her Mistress as much as I was enjoying mine, and watching her receive this pleasure was almost as exciting as receiving it myself. Our Mistresses worked their magical mouths and hands down our bodies to our stomachs, abdomens and finally, wonderfully, our pussies. They licked and kissed around the outside, teasingly at first, and then moved their tongues inside our wet lips. Sofia squeezed her legs together slightly as her Mistress probed her with her tongue, and the sight intensified my own pleasure, causing my legs to reflexively squeeze together, too. It was so arousing knowing that Sofia and I were experiencing the same sexual pleasure together, and I couldn’t resist reaching over and rubbing her breast and playing with her nipple. My mouth watered for that nipple and breast, and I wished I was where Sofia’s Mistress was at that moment – between her legs, getting ready to fill her up and infuse her body with pure sexual pleasure.

For now, though, I settled for the joy of getting to touch her while her pussy was being stimulated. We smiled lovingly at each other as I continued to gently massage and squeeze her big soft boob and our Mistresses positioned their strap-ons for penetration. We were both sufficiently excited by their skillful tongue-work and were ready to receive their big silicone rods.

The Mistresses simultaneously spread our knees apart and inserted their long, thick strap-on cocks into us. We both moaned in pleasure together, and I squeezed Sofia’s breast harder and more passionately. The sexy ladies in black began pounding away at our pussies and rubbing our clits while they watched us enjoy each other. Sofia must have been just as turned on as me, because she reached over and began rubbing and squeezing my breast. She had always been a tease, but never exhibited this kind of aggressive, overt sexual touching or initiative. Her enthusiasm was contagious and I used my free hand to push hers even more aggressively around my breast. I wanted her to really feel it, and to really get into how good it felt.

Our Mistresses saw the growing passion between Sofia and I, and decided to switch the positions up a little to give us better access to each other. They pulled their big dongs out of our pussies, grabbed us by the hips and flipped us over onto all fours so that we were face-to-face. The Mistress who had been servicing Sofia got behind me and the one who had been pleasuring me stood behind Sofia. They each slipped fresh condoms onto their silicone love wands, held our asses in their hands and proceeded to enter us from behind. The thrusts from the rear pushed Sofia and I even closer to each other and set our breasts swaying beneath us. I thought I would cum just seeing Sofia getting it doggie-style from a girl, with her tits swinging so sexily in front of me. I had never seen such a hot, exciting vision, and the added stimulation from my Mistress’ hard-pumping pole had me close to going over the top.

Sofia stared open-mouthed at my jiggling breasts and seemed to be licking her lips. I couldn’t resist and leaned in to kiss her. I lifted a hand to grab her gorgeous pendulous boobs and give them the caressing they were craving. Sofia’s tongue probed my mouth as if she was trying to fuck me with it. She was burning with desire, and I could feel it coming though her lips, mouth, tongue and tits. I sucked her tongue and gently bit her lip while squeezing her tits harder. I leaned forward and sucked her neck while our Mistresses both continued bumping us into each other from behind. After a few seconds of deep neck kisses and sucking, Sofia whispered in my ear, “I want you to fuck me.”

I continued kissing and sucking her neck while rubbing her breasts for a few more moments, then whispered back, “I’ve been waiting all night to hear you say that. Let’s go, baby.”

We kissed again, then gently pushed back into our Mistresses’ pumping sex tools before sliding off them and excusing ourselves to head to the fifth, and final, sex room: Pussy Galore.

6

Pussy Galore

I had heard the rumors about Pussy Galore, but it exceeded even my wildest expectations. The enormous room was dimly-lit, but I could make out the spectacular wall-length replicas of Botticelli’s paintings of nude buxom women socializing seductively. Luxurious beds and decadent, deep red décor gave the place a sensual vibe that seemed to coax sexual surrender out of all who entered. The smooth, sexy tones of Ciara’s “Oh” permeated the room thanks to mega-speakers in the floors and walls. Several brothel Mistresses walked around with dildos, strap-ons, lube and every sex toy imaginable as though they were hot dog vendors at a ball game.

“Anything goes here,” said the Door Mistress shortly after we entered. “Your wish will be the command of any Mistress you select. She will do anything and everything you want.” She paused briefly and looked at the way Sofia and I were touching each other and added, “Or you can enjoy the pleasures of your companion in whatever way you like, if that’s what you prefer.”

Sofia and I looked at each other with our mutually-lustful bedroom eyes and nodded to indicate our interest in the latter option. The Mistress escorted us to a large, broad bed at the far end of the room. Along the way we passed a threesome in which a client was eating a Mistress’ pussy while another Mistress was eating the client out from behind. We passed a leather scene in which the Domme Mistress was spanking a client with a riding crop while probing her ass and pussy with a dildo/butt-plug hybrid. On another bed, a client laid on her back while one nude Mistress straddled her face and lowered her pussy into her mouth, another Mistress straddled the client’s chest and rubbed her pussy up and down her midriff, while a third Mistress straddled the client’s pussy and dipped her own pussy up and down and into it. The visual stimulation was an incredible turn-on, and I knew Sofia was feeling it too when she grabbed my ass and rubbed against me as we walked.

When we got to our bed, I couldn’t wait to undress and finally get at Sofia. I was more turned on than I had ever been in my life, and I grabbed her tits roughly before pulling her dress straps and top down. Her bra had already been removed somewhere along the way, so her tits floated freely before me. They were so big, juicy and inviting; I eagerly licked and kissed them while continuing to remove the rest of Sofia’s dress from her body. She had my top and pants off shortly after her dress dropped to the floor, and I immediately pressed myself into her. She felt warm, soft and sensual, and I couldn’t get enough of her. She writhed and pressed her swelling pussy into me as I caressed her breasts and kissed her passionately over her stomach, abdomen and inner thighs – teasing, but not yet pleasing, her sweet, gently-thrusting honey pot. Sofia was moving her hips up and down as though she were imagining her pussy being stroked, and I could tell that she wanted it badly. I ran a finger along her slit, applied slight pressure, then trailed it up her abdomen and back down again. She thrust her hips hard into my hand and I knew it was time.

I nibbled and kissed my way down to her pussy and ran my tongue over and around her vulva, occasionally sucking it all into my mouth. I teased her a little more with gently-gliding tongue licks from her vaginal opening up to her clit, with a little flick at the end. Sofia grabbed my head and pushed my face hard into her muff, so I finally gave her what she was now demanding. I sank my tongue deep into her hot, wet box and licked her from bottom to top. I nibbled and sucked her clit, then slid my tongue into her throbbing, wanting hole. Her moans of pleasure and her intense writhing made me want to go even further and deeper. I slid two fingers into her appreciative love tunnel and continued to suck on her clit and eat her out until she moaned: “Oh yes! Please, Jen. Oh, please fuck me. Fuck me now!”

I was thoroughly enjoying Sofia’s delicious pussy buffet, but was more than happy to give her what she wanted and needed. I put on the “Double-Delight” strap-on I had picked up from one of the sex toy Mistresses on the way to the bed. With a ribbed jelly dildo on each end, both Sofia and I would be getting our pussies filled, even though I would be the one servicing her. I slid one of the jelly dildos into my own pussy and felt instant spasms of pleasure. Once it was securely strapped in, I moved in toward Sofia’s beautiful, open, waiting vagina. I rubbed her clit a little with my thumb first and slid a couple fingers up and down her wet slit to make sure she was sufficiently wet and prepared for me. She tightened her thighs around my hand and squeezed her big, jiggling titties together while begging me to fuck her again. “Ohhh, give it to me, baby. Give it to me,” she cooed as she looked up at me with lustfully.

I pushed her knees back and spread her legs a little farther apart before gently pressing the head of the jelly cock inside her. Her abs tightened and she quickly pressed back hard against me, wanting and seeking more. She wanted it more badly than I ever could have imagined, and I loved it. I promptly obliged with her obvious desire to be fucked hard and fast. I slammed the long ribbed tool deep into her as I grabbed her full, firm hips and held on. With every thrust a big jelly cock not only filled her pussy, but mine too. It felt like I was not only fucking her, but that she was simultaneously fucking me. The sensations were unbelievably intense. Sofia’s huge tits bounced and jiggled so seductively every time I pounded into her that I couldn’t resist leaning forward and gently biting and nibbling them. I sucked and nibbled on her nipples and squeezed her giant boobs with unrestrained passion as I thrust myself and the thick jelly dong deeper and deeper into her. I pounded her wet, pulsating pussy over and over as she moaned and writhed beneath me. I couldn’t believe I was finally knee-deep in pussy-tease Sofia’s box, and had her big bare tits in my mouth. It was my dream come true, and I was savoring every second of it.

I could tell Sofia was on the verge of coming, and I knew how to take her there with a bang. I kissed her deeply and gave her breasts another loving squeeze before leaning back and lifting her legs straight up in the air. I then crossed her legs while my jelly strap-on dong was still inside her pussy. I kept them straight, but crossed them a little tighter and pushed them gently toward her, forcing her thighs to press against her clit while simultaneously opening up and exposing her pussy even more to me. The view was the sexiest I had ever seen as I began sliding in and out of her tight, hungry cunt. She sucked the dong in and I felt her pussy muscles tighten around it and throb against it. The position was a great one for her, as I suspected it would be, so I began thrusting a little harder and faster. Sofia pinched her own nipples, cocked her head back and cried out in pleasure. “Oh yes! It feels so good! Right there, oh yes!” she moaned.

About this time I felt a mystery Mistress come up behind me, reach around and begin massaging my breasts. I could feel her strap-on pressed against my ass and wasn’t sure where she was going with it, but the breast massage felt fantastic, especially as I watched Sofia squeezing her own nipples. I continued fucking Sofia’s enthusiastic pussy while I gently pressed her legs tighter and tighter together and closer to her. Then I felt the Mistress behind me slide her lubed strap-on between my ass cheeks and to my butt hole. I was mildly intrigued and didn’t stop her; I just continued enjoying Sofia’s beautiful, hot body and focused my attention on pleasing her most intimate of parts. Then the Mistress’ smooth tool slid inside me and I felt an instant electric shot of excitement through my ass, pussy and entire body. It felt incredible, and I turned my head around to indicate approval to the Mistress. She was wearing a leather masquerade-type mask and kissed me on the lips as she penetrated more deeply into my ass.

I turned back around and gave my full attention to the lovely vision at the end of my own strap-on. I grinded into Sofia hard as I thrust more aggressively and rapidly into her. The Mistress behind me held herself still so that my thrusts into Sofia also controlled the ass thrusts I received from the Mistress’ hard tool. The overwhelmingly intense feeling of fucking hot Sofia while simultaneously taking it up the ass and pussy was almost putting me over the top, but I held back and gave her everything I had to make her cum like she had never cum before.

I crossed Sofia’s legs a little tighter, leaned in so they pressed even closer to her and thrust as passionately as I could while I told her, “You’re so gorgeous. I could fuck your sweet little pussy all night.” At that moment, Sofia cried out, bucked her hips up and pushed harder and harder against me. I took the cue and pounded her as hard and fast as I could, all the while taking it up the ass from the Mistress. Sofia let out another cry of pleasure and I could feel her pussy muscles repeatedly contracting while she rode my big jelly rod. She bounced and writhed around until her pussy sucked my pole of all the pleasure it could.

I was intensely turned on by Sofia’s spectacular orgasm and couldn’t hold back any longer. I uncrossed her legs, put her feet back on the bed and continued thrusting into her dripping hole while I laid on top of her, sucking and kissing her chest and neck. While still squeezing her breasts and pumping her pussy, I moved up and kissed her passionately on the lips. The intimate, sexy feel of her silky-smooth body beneath me, and the pillowy softness of her lips against mine were the final sensations to put me over the edge. When they combined with the feeling of her dripping, satisfied pussy under mine, the jelly dildo probing my own pussy, and the Mistress who was still holding her strap-on cock inside my ass, there was no way I could hold back even if I tried. My entire body felt electrified with sexual excitement. My pussy and ass repeatedly and endlessly pulsated in throbs of deep, intense, sensual pleasure. Sofia squeezed my breasts and kissed me as though she were the most hardcore lesbian in the world when she felt me having my orgasm, and I absorbed and appreciated every bit of pleasure she gave me.

We both laid there, locked in a passionate embrace as multiple orgasms coursed through and between our bodies. I had never had such an intense orgasmic experience or such a strong sexual connection with anyone in my life, and Sofia admitted later that night that she had not, either.

Sofia came to Vegas as a participant in a bachelorette party, but left as a lesbian … and my new girlfriend. The Lesbian Brothel may have shown her the light, but ever since then, I’m happy to say, I’m the one who’s been showing her fireworks.