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My Oral Audition – story 13

Firstly, my name is Lucy and I?m 24, 5ft 5 with long thick blond hair, 32c breasts and I weighed at that time about 110. Most people would say I was nicely put together, my ex always said I was well fuckable. When I think back over these last few years and the number of men I?ve had sex with, is frankly shocking for most people to comprehend. My need to be fucked, used and treated like a whore is something I have difficulty controlling.
It had been a month since it was first suggested that the best way to satisfy my sexual appetite without people talking behind my back and without getting into trouble with my friends and sister was to work as a prostitute. I could have a regular flow of men in a discreet environment and my bank balance would only get healthier.
I wasn’t sure about it at first, which is why I spent so much time thinking about it. I’d fucked for rent in the past. My fat landlord had treated me like a cheap whore and just bent me over when he wanted to stick his dick in my cunt. Then I had a nice enough relationship with a guy who let me live in his house for free in exchange for sex.
The idea of actually getting money felt different to me. I don’t know why, but being given money in exchange for letting a man force his dick into my pussy felt different. But after thinking about it I decided to give it a try.
I looked on the web, Acemassage, and found a lot of brothels in London. I rang a couple a good hours underground ride from where I lived. I eventually made an appointment to meet Jesse,the woman who ran a discreet men’s club/
I walked upto the door, my heart pounding in my chest. I was nervous at the thought of going in. I pressed the bell and I was buzzed in immediately. I followed the signs and walked up the stairs to the first floor flat.
I took a deep breath rang the bell. When the door opened a middle aged women was standing in front of me. She smiled and said, “You must be Lucy.”
I nodded a quick yes and she directed me through the door and into the living room. There were two young girls, maybe 19 to 22 sat on the sofa. Both were slim with nice tits and were wearing matching black bra and panties.
“Could you leave us alone girls,” she said.
They stood up, smiled at me and left the room. Before Jesse closed the door I could hear some noise coming from one of te other rooms. I knew the sound of a man groaning as ne was near cumming. I imagined that he was fucking some young girl from behind. Ploughing his cock into her cunt on the verge of cumming.
She closed the door and looked at me. “Take a seat,” she said.
“Thanks,” I replied and sat in the sofa opposite where she had her desk and laptop.
“How old are you?”
“24.”
“You look younger,” she replied noting something down on a piece of paper. “Have you ever worked in a massage parlour before?”
“No,” I replied a little nervously.
“Well this type of work isn’t for everyone. You’re very beautiful, so the clients will enjoy spending time with you. Where we’re situated we get a lot of older gentlemen who want to fuck young girls. Our clientele also includes a lot of Asian and black men.”
“Ok,” I replied.
“You understand that men will be paying to use you for sex. To penetrate you vaginally and orally?”
“Yes of course,” hiding a smirk.
“We have to guarantee a number of services in the price. Sex in multiples positions with condom. Oral without to completion in the mouth. Facials, cum on tits. And that’s £80 pounds for half an hour. It’s a £160 for an hour which includes sex as many times as the gentlemen can manage in the hour.”
I nodded and waited for her to continue.
“We take £30 for the half hour and £60 for the hour and the rest is for you. There are extras you can charge, which is up to you and that’s your money.”
“What extra’s,” I asked loudly.
“Most girls charge 10 for French kissing, 20 to swallow the gentleman’s cum and 50 for anal. Although, one of the girls charges 250 for cum in pussy and 400 for bareback anal to completion. Although, she only offers the service to regulars with a clean STD certificate.”
“I don’t think I’ll offer that.”
She smiled. “Well, we prefer that you don’t. But extra’s have always been up to the girls.”
“We also do the quick fuck for £40.”
I must have given her a look that said i din’t understand. She started to explain it to me.
“Sometimes a guy just wants to fuck and cum. So we do 15 minutes with no extra’s. Normally, the girls just take the client into the room with the massage bed, put a rubber on him and bend over the bed. The client fucks them from behind until he cums. 15 minutes is the maximum time but most guys cum after a few minutes.
I heard the front door open and some one come in. I didn’t think it was a cliens, but man called out, “Jesse.”
“Hey Doug. In the living room.”
“Is the new pussy here,” he called pushing the living room door open walking in to the room. He looked at me.
“This is Doug, the owner,” Jesse said.
“Hi,” I said. He was in hsi late fifties. Large middle age spread and grey hair and about 6ft tall.
“Stand up,” he said staring at me.
I stood up and he looked me up and down. He rotated a finger in a circle and I turned around.
“What are you 5ft4.”
“Yes,” I replied.
“Get your t’shirt off. I want to get a better look at your tits.”
I lifted my t-shirt over my head and threw it onto the sofa.
“The bra as well,” he said.
I unclipped it and threw it onto my t’shirt. My brain was turning in circles. I wondered if he planned to fuck me. I could see the way he was looking at me. He wanted to use me, I was sure of it.
Doug took a seat by the table and beckoned me towards him. I moved close and he reached out and took my tits in his hands giving then a hard squeeze. “You’ve got great tits.”
He leant forward and took one of my tits into his mouth and sucked it for a brief second, bitting down hard on my nipple while Jesse watched. He grabbed my skirt and yanked it down around my ankles. He pushed my g-string to the side and forced two fingers up into my cunt.
“She’s nice and wet,” he said to Jesse and rubbed my clit with his free hand. “Sit down,” he ordered.
I walked back over to the sofa and sat down. I watched Doug lick his fingers clean. He stood up, removed his shirt and walk towards me. I figured he was going to fuck me to see if I would be capable of doing this a job. He placed his knees either side of my legs and undid his belt just in front of my face. He pulled his hard cock from his pants. It was maybe 8 inches long and almost as thick as my arm.
“Now suck it real good.”
I looked up at him. “I can’t wait to feel that inside me,” I smiled.
“You really are a little slut. But I can’t fuck you. Just suck the cum from my cock and swallow it like a good girl.”
I wrapped a hand around his cock and took it into my mouth. I sucked hard, wanking his cock with my right hard as I massaged his bell end with my tongue. I could taste his precum leaking into my mouth and I mixed it with my saliva and spat it on his cock.
“You really know how did suck cock,” he moaned. He grabbed my head and started to fuck my throat. “Take that slut,” he said rubbing his hands through my hair. I reached around and grabbed his arse with my hands pulling his cock deeper into my throat.
“I’m going to cum whore,” he groaned and blasted rope after rope of hot sticky cum down the back of my throat. He pulled his cock from my mouth and wanked it hard, spraying the last of him cum onto my face. His spunk dripped from my chin and landed on my tits as I sat there looking up at him.
He stopped to catch his breath so I took his cock in my hands and squeezed the last drops of spunk from his japs eye. I lapped up his cum.
“Fuck,” he moaned. “Well, you got the job.”
“Why didn’t you want to fuck me?” I asked.
“I’m allergic to condoms. Don’t worry, as soon s you get your STD certificate Jesse will send you round to my place. I’m going to fill your cunt full of cum.”
I smiled and licked his cum of my lips.

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Fantasy

My Sister Amanda Pt. 2

Hey everyone.. i know its been a while since my first story and i have read some of the comments on how to improve on them.. i hope in later stories that i post here i have done exactl what some of you had suggested.. like i said in my first sotry post.. i am new to writing and i know i still have alot to learn and alot to improve on. so if y ou can be patient with me and hopfully the stories will imrpove a bit more as they go along.

Sex Joke

Long Funny Sex Jokes

Christmas Eve
A man is about to jump off London Bridge when he hears a voice behind him. It’s Santa Claus.
“Why do this? It’s Christmas Eve?” Santa says.
“Because I’ve lost my job, ” the man answered, ” my wife has left me, and I have no presents for the kids.”
“Ah, I can grant you 3 wishes, ” replied Santa, “So when you get up tomorrow your job will be there, your wife will be waiting for you, and there’ll be presents for the children.”
“Oh Santa – however can I repay you?” gasped the man.
“Well – not a lot of people know this, ” came the reply, “But old Santa is gay, you could bend over for me, the elves aren’t much good at it.”
“Dunno ’bout that, ” the man said.
“Oh, go on, ” Santa urged, “After all – I granted you 3 wishes, don’t be so ungrateful.”
“Ok, ” the man sighed, as he unzipped his trousers.
Santa did the biz and when he finished the man pulled his trousers back up.
Santa looks at the man and asks “How old are you?”
“47, ” came the reply.
“What? And you still believe in Santa Claus?”
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Rabbit Hole
Three brothers are traveling along a road, and their car dies. They all get out of the car, and start walking to a barn that’s a little ways away. When they get their, the farmer comes out of the barn, and offers them a room for one night.
He says to the first one, “You can sleep with the pigs,” the second guy,” you can sleep with the cows”, and the third guy, “I like the cut of your jib. You can sleep with my 18 duaghters.”
The next morning, he asks everyone how they slept. The first man said, “I slept like a pig.”
The second man said ,”I slept like a cow.”
The third guy said, “I slept like a rabbit. I jumped from hole, to hole, to hole.”
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A night with the princess
A King had to leave his Kingdom for some business. He was afraid that his only Daughter would be taken advantage of by some of the Guards because she was a very deep sleeper. So before he left, he slipped a razor blade between the lips of her vagina.
The King left. That night, three of the Guards did plan to Fuck the Princess.
The First Guard went into her room. From outside of the room, the other two Guards listened. Suddenly, they heard the First Guard scream. He came out. The other two Guards asked why he screamed. Embarrassed, he said that it was so good that he couldn’t control himself. This made the other two smile.
The Second Guard went in. After some time? Ahhhhh!!! The Second Guard came out. The Third Guard asked what happened. Just as embarrassed as the First Guard, the Second Guard said that it felt so good that he couldn’t control himself. The Third Guard smiled.
The Third Guard went into the room. He went up to the Princess and lifted her dress. Outside, the other two Guards listened. Mmmmmhhhh!?! The other two Guards took off! The next morning, the King came back. He suspected that his Guards tried to fuck his daughter. He told them to drop their pants. Each of them did. Two of them had sliced dicks, but the third one didn?t. Confused, the King asked why. He stuck his tongue out and said, ?I neba pry fuk ur dahta, I wet lik ur dahta?!
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The Pickle Man
This couple comes to a new town and the guy gets a job at the local pickle factory. A few years go by and each year he wins the employee of the year award. One day in the 3rd year, he comes home looking all depressed.
His wife asks him what the matter is, to which he responds that he got fired.
“FIRED?!? How can you get fired, you’re always employee of the year!!” she asked, stunned.
To this he responds that he had another fantasy that he needed to fulfill and it got him fired…
“Oh no, not again…What did you do this time?” she asks.
Well, I always fantasized about sticking my willy in the pickle slicer.
“You didn’t!” she hoped.
He blushed and replied, “Well, yes I did.”
Then she asks, “Did it hurt?”
“No no really,” answers the man.
Puzzled she then asks, “Well what happened to the pickle slicer??”
He answers, “Oh, *she* got fired too!”
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Psychiatrist Observations
A psychiatrist was conducting a group therapy session with three young mothers and their small children.
“You all have obsessions,” he observed.
To the first mother, he said, “You are obsessed with eating. You’ve even named your daughter Candy.”
He turned to the second mom. “Your obsession is money. Again, it manifests itself in your child’s name, Penny.”
At this point, the third mother got up, took her little boy by the hand and whispered, “Come on, Dick, let’s go.”
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Baby Hermaphrodite
A woman gives birth to a baby, and afterwards, the doctor comes in and he says, “I have to tell you something about your baby.”
The woman sits up in bed and says, “What’s wrong with my baby doctor? What’s wrong?”
The doctor says, “Well, now, nothing’s wrong, exactly, but your baby is a little bit different. Your baby is a hermaphrodite.”
The woman is confused. “A hermaphrodite….. what’s that?”
The doctor replies, “Well, it means your baby has the…….er……features….of a male and a female.”
The woman turns pale. She says, “Oh MY GOD! you mean it has a penis….. AND a brain.
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I Don’t Think So!
Kate was standing in the kitchen cooking dinner.
Her husband Paul was in the living room drinking a beer and watching the game.
“Honey, you need to come in here and fix the fridge. The door is broke and if you don’t fix it the food will go bad.” Kate said.
Paul yells back, “Who do I look like the GE man, I Don’t think so.”
A little while later Kate says, “Honey, you need to fix the hall light, it’s out.”
“Who do I look like an electrician, I don’t think so, ” Paul says.
A few minutes later Kate says, “Honey, you need to fix the porch step before someone gets hurt on it.”
Paul quickly replies, “Who do I look like a carpenter, I don’t think so.”
Frustrated, he gets up and leaves.
He decides to go to a bar down the road.
After the game was over, he began to feel slightly guilty for the way he treated his wife so he went on home.
He comes up the porch and realizes that the step is fixed.
He walked into the house and noticed that the hall light was fixed.
He walked into the kitchen to get a cold beer and noticed that the fridge was fixed.
Paul sees his wife and says, “Babe, how did you fix all this.”
She looked at him and said, “Well after you left I began to cry on the porch.
A fine young man walked past and noticed I was crying and he asked me what he could do to help.
He fixed everything.
I asked him what I could do for payment.
He said I could either bake him a cake or sleep with him.”
Paul says, “Well, what kind of cake did you bake him?”
Kate looks at him and replies, “Who do I look like Betty Crocker, I don’t think so!”
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10 Things Not To Tell Your Boyfriend
10. Oh come on! Who’s gonna find out?
9. Well, your brother likes it this way.
8. Eeewww! Put that back in your shorts!
7. Dare to compare?
6. Can you go to the store and get me some tampons?
5. Is it supposed to bend that way?
4. Can I twist your wiener into a poodle?
3. Just go away I can finish myself!
2. I’m pregnant. . . . Ha just kidding!
1. Is it in yet?
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Shopping for a Husband
A store that sells husbands has just opened where a woman may go to choose a husband from among many men. The store is composed of 6 floors, and the men increase in positive attributes as the shopper ascends the flights.
There is, however, a catch. As you open the door to any floor you may choose a man from that floor, but if you go up a floor, you cannot go back down except to exit the building.
So a woman goes to the shopping center to find a husband.
On the first floor the sign on the door reads:
Floor 1 – These men have jobs.
The woman reads the sign and says to herself, “Well, that’s better than my last boyfriend, but I wonder what’s further up?” So up she goes.
The second floor sign reads:
Floor 2 – These men have jobs and love kids.
The woman remarks to herself, “That’s great, but I wonder what’s further up?” And up she goes again.
The third floor sign reads:
Floor 3 – These men have jobs, love kids and are extremely good looking.
“Hmmm, better” she says. “But I wonder what’s upstairs?”
The fourth floor sign reads:
Floor 4 – These men have jobs, love kids, are extremely good looking and help with the housework.
“Wow!” exclaims the woman, “very tempting. BUT, there must be more further up!” And again she heads up another flight.
The fifth floor sign reads:
Floor 5 – These men have jobs, love kids, are extremely good looking, help with the housework and have a strong romantic streak.
“Oh, mercy me! But just think… what must be awaiting me further on?” So up to the sixth floor she goes.
The sixth floor sign reads:
Floor 6 – You are visitor 6,875,953,012 to this floor. There are no men on this floor. This floor exists solely as proof that women are impossible to please.
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Satan’s Sister
One bright, beautiful Sunday morning, everyone in tiny Smithville wakes up early and goes to their local church. Before the service starts, the townspeople sit in their pews and talk about their lives, their families, etc.
Suddenly, at the altar, Satan appears!! Everyone starts screaming and running for the front entrance, trampling each other in their determined efforts to get away from Evil Incarnate.
Soon, everyone is evacuated from the church except for one man, who sit calmly in his pew, seemingly oblivious to the fact that God’s ultimate enemy is in his presence. This confuses Satan a bit.
Satan walks up to the man and says, “Hey, don’t you know who I am?”
The man says, “Yep, sure do.”
Satan says, “Well, aren’t you afraid of me?”
The man says, “Nope, sure ain’t.”
Satan, perturbed, says, “And why aren’t you afraid of me?”
“Well, I’ve been married to your sister for 25 years.”
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No Taking For 30 Days
One night a man walks into a bar looking sad. The bartender asks the man what he wants.
The man says “Oh just a beer”.
The bartender asked the man “Whats wrong,why are you so down today?”.
The man said “My wife and i got into a fight,and she said she would’nt talk to me for a month”.
The bartender said “So whats wrong with that”?
The man siad “Well the month is up tonight”.
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More Moaning
Morris comes home to find his wife, Sadie, crying. “I found out from Mrs. Goldberg that you’ve been having an affair with that cheap secretary in your office. Why would you do that to me? Haven’t I always been the good wife? I’ve cooked for you, raised your children, and I’ve always been by your side for thirty-five years. What haven’t I done to make you happy?”
Embarrassed, Morris confesses, “It’s true, Sadie, you’ve been the best wife a man could hope for. You make me happy in all ways but one. You don’t moan when we have sex!”
Sadie questions: “If I moaned when we had sex, you’d stop running around?! All right, come to the bedroom so I can show you that I, too, can moan during sex!”
So they retire to the bedroom, get undressed, and climb beneath the sheets. As they begin to kiss, Sadie asks, “Now, Morris, should I moan now?” “No not yet.”
Morris begins fondling Sadie. “What about now, Morris? Should I moan now?” “No, I’ll tell you when!”
He climbs on top of Sophie and begins to have intercourse. “Is it time for me to moan, Morris?” “Wait, I’ll tell you when.”
Moments later, in the heat of passion, seconds before reaching climax, Morris yells “Now, Sadie, moan! MOAN!”
“OY! You wouldn’t BELIEVE what a day I had!”
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After So Long

On a warm summer night in a small town, Andy walked home from her job a few blocks away from her town house. She was tired from waiting tables late into the night, dragging her feet and softly complaining how her entire body ached. Though she thought of how this new job had already began to define her muscles and give her back the curves she had in high school. She is a 21 year old that weighs 133 pounds at 5’8” with long dark brown hair down to her mid back. She straightened her back and quickened her pace remembering that her best friend of 10 years, Kylie, was visiting her, staying at her home with her for a week or two. Kylie is 22 and the same height as Andy, with 32C breast, slim waist, and those sex lines that just drove Andy wild. Her mid shoulder length black hair just added to the sex appeal. She arrived today just before work, exhausted from her long trip. She was wearing tight clothes like she had for so long now, clinging to her curves and beautiful body. Andy moaned silently to herself recalling her sexy style. It was mid-way through their friendship that Andy finally acknowledged her love for Kylie. She had never told her but wished so badly that Kylie would love her.
Even though she had had a long night of serving food and drinks to drunk customers, she would have to figure out a bed situation for her best friend. Meaning sleep would not find her for at least another hour or so. With her recent move, she had limited space and only one bed and a small couch. She had reached her apartments and was looking up at her door just up the flight of stairs. She wanted to seem less frazzled and let her hair down and fixed it to look neater, just covering her breast and ribs. She pulled up her shirt covering the cleavage of her pert, 32D breast. She walked up the stairs and walked into her quiet home, not seeing Kylie anywhere. She called out her name and dropped her bag on the floor near the couch. She walked into her room and found Kylie sound asleep in her bed. Andy could only smile at the fact that she would be sleeping in the same bed as her. She slipped out of her clothes and into the shower washing off from her busy night and slipped into her usual pajamas of black spandex shorts and a bright blue spaghetti strap shirt.
“Good night Ky,” she whispered slipping into bed, facing her friends back believing her friend was too far asleep to hear her.
“Nnnggghhh, why are we going to sleep so soon, you just got home.” Kylie said back in a very sleepy voice as she turned to face her best friend.
“I thought you were asleep, I didn’t want to wake you up.” She smiled looking into her friends soft blue eyes.
“You really think I would sleep through my first night with you?” She asked her voice full of sarcasm, as she scooted closer and hugged Andy close to her body. Andy blushed brightly and thanked herself for turning off the lights so the darkness would not reveal her flush skin. Kylie stayed where she was and asked, “how was work tonight?”
“It was good, I made a lot of tips and got some overtime in. Though this sports team of college guys kept groping my ass.” She shuttered recalling one man trying to pull down her shorts.
“And you didn’t like that? Having a bunch of young tight bodies grabbing your ass?” She gave a soft sarcastic moan.
“Uhhhh no, I can not stand having guys paw at me that way.” Andy stated matter-of-fact. Kylie looked at her with one eyebrow raised and a question on her face.
“You are such a lesbian!” Kylie said laughing softly. As silence filled the room, Andy turned her head from Kylie and tried to pull away from her. Kylie pulled her back and turned Andy’s head back softly gripping her chin. Looking into Andy’s eyes Kylie softly stated, “Did you think I didn’t know you were gay? You have been my best friend since we were kids, and you thought I didn’t know?” Kylie’s eyes expressed pain and sadness at her friends inability to tell her the darkest secret of her life.
“I have just always kept it to myself, I didn’t think it was obvious.” Andy’s eyes filled with tears and tried to pull away again.
“No, I won’t let you go. Talk to me. Please.” Kylie pleaded with her friend. “I just want you to finally talk to me about this, please.”
Andy’s tears over flowed and she moved into Kylie’s arms snuggling into her neck, sniffling and holding her tightly to her own body. “I just don’t want to lose you, I never wanted you to worry about me loving you.” Andy realized she had said too much and her body tensed waiting for the love of her life’s response.
“And how long have you loved me? Because I have known you loved me, but how long have you kept this from me?” Kylie’s voice was soft and caring, not accusing and disgusted like Andy had expected.
“For so long, since I was 15 years old, maybe longer, that is just when…I realized that is what I felt. I watched you be with boyfriend after boyfriend, seeing how happy you were with them, wishing I was the one making you that happy…I just wanted….for your love to be directed at me…” Her voice cut off as her tears took over her ability to talk. Andy’s body shook and trembled as everything she had held close to her heart was now out in the open, her heart now vulnerable for all the pain she expected in all the day dreams of this very moment.
Kylie pulled her closer and rubbed her back gently and slowly with intimacy that was only ever experienced between lovers. But through the sadness Andy could not feel the love Kylie was attempting to send to her. She could sense that her actions were not getting through to Andy and decided to jump off a cliff that had been scaring her for several years now. She pulled Andy’s head out of her neck and pressed her lips firmly against Andy’s. Too surprised to do anything, Andy simply looked at Kylie’s closed eyes, trying to figure out what was happening.
“I love you Andy.” Kylie whispered after releasing her lips. She was breathless and scared, keeping her eyes closed to not let Andy see her pain filled eyes.
“I love you too,” Andy kissed her, with such passion and love that even kylie felt a tear of her own trickle down her cheek. Kylie moaned into Andy’s mouth softly, making the level of passion increase, sending a shock of lust through them both. Kylie leaned back trying to catch her breath, but Andy wouldn’t give her the chance, crawling on top of her, kissing down her cheek down to her ear, softly pressing her lips to her ear. As she breathed softly into her ear, goose bumps rose on her skin. She slid her tongue passed her lips and caressed the edge of her ear, from the tip to her lobe, flicking her tongue over it, then pulling it into her mouth sucking and nibbling softly. Kylie let out a moan, moving her hands up to Andy’s hips pulling her down, crushing their hips together. She manipulated her hips in a grinding motion until Andy caught on, grinding her hips into her new lover with slow teasing motions.
Kylie moved to be fully on her back, spreading her legs, allowing Andy to grind into her hips at a more direct angle. Kylie ran her hands from her hips to her breast and began to play with them, kneading them and running her thumbs over Andy’s hard nipples. Andy closed her eyes, her breath shallowing out and lowered her body to have full contact with her. As all of this was going on, Andy had moved her mouth down to Kylie’s neck and collar bone, kissing and licking over her skin.
“Andy, stop.” Kylie barely whispered.
“Why? This feels….right.” she said between kisses.
“Just hold on for a second, I need to ask you something.” Kylie sat up and brought Andy closer to straddle her legs. “Since you have loved me for so long, and I know that, you didn’t have any partners at 15…how many partners have you had?”
Andy blushed, deeper than she ever had before. She looked down, caressing Kylie’s body with her eyes. It wasn’t until this point that Andy realized that she only had on her lacy bra and matching panties.
“Andy, tell me, how many partners have you had?” Kylie kissed the top of her head, smiling softly thinking that her new lover had only had one or two partners.
“None.” Andy whispered barely audible. Kylie’s mouth fell open with utter surprise.
“You are a virgin at 21?!” Kylie couldn’t believe what she was hearing. “I just figured you didn’t want to talk about your sex life with me but I didn’t assume you didn’t have one!”
“Don’t make fun. I just never looked for anyone, I didn’t want to have sex yet.” Andy looked up into Kylie’s eyes trying to find the right words. “I didn’t want to have sex with anyone but you. And now that I am here….I just have no clue as to what I am supposed to do.”
Smiling and laughing Kylie said, “baby, I will show you everything.” With that their mouths were locked together in a passionate wrestling match between their tongues. Andy began to grind her wet pussy against Kylie’s stomach, “how many people have you kissed baby?”
“A few, two or three..I at least know how to kiss,” she smiled and laughed. They began kissing again and continued to grind against each other. Kylie moved her hand down to Andy’s pussy and began to rub her soaking cunt through her shorts. She lifted her fingers to her mouth and tasted the traces of her pussy juices, moaning slightly at the flavor. Then Kylie moved her hands to Andy’s hips and pushed her down onto the bed slipping her shorts off, spreading her legs.
Kylie quickly moved to kiss Andy’s mouth softly, then moved her body down to lay on the bed, face to pussy. Kylie took in a long whiff of Andy’s sweet pussy. She gently separated Andy’s swollen pussy lips and blew cool air on her hard clit. Andy closed her eyes tightly, never being touched in this way was so new to her and it was driving her crazy. Kylie then licked from Andy’s entrance, to just above her clit, agonizingly slow. The sound that released itself from Andy was like no noise either of them had ever heard. Kylie smiled and began to gently lap at Andy’s over sensitive clit. Andy was moaning, screaming, tensing and relaxing, she had lost all control of her body. The woman of her dreams, the girl that tortured and blessed her dreams was finally here, in her bed, making her feel things she never believed any one would. She smiled to herself, stroking her skin with her finger tips as her lover tantalized her body. She then slid her fingers into Kylie’s soft dark hair, tangling her fingers with locks of hair.
Kylie smiled and began to lick her pussy firmer, circling her clit, moaning on her wet pussy, making every sensation possible run through Andy. Andy felt Kylie’s slim fingers probing at her virgin hole. Andy tensed slightly, not sure what to expect. Kylie slid her finger in slowly and gently trying to cause her love as little pain as possible. When she reached her hymen Andy’s breath caught and Kylie retreated, pulling her finger out entirely.
“Do you want this?” Kylie whispered, worried about her lover.
“Please, Ky, please, I have always wanted it to be you, please, my love, please.” Andy’s voice was just audible enough for kylie to hear. She smiled and reentered her finger into her wet cunt, a little faster this time, though with all the gentleness as before. This time when she reached Andy’s hymen she softly probed, trying to make it easier on Andy. But when Andy felt it this time, she thrust her hips towards Kylie, pushing her finger through her hymen and moaned at the slight pain and the intense pleasure. Andy’s sigh was more of a relief to Kylie than it was to herself.
“Oh my love,” Kylie whispered, a feeling of lightning surging through her stomach at the feeling and knowledge that she had just taken Andy’s virginity. Kylie kept her finger still until Andy began to move her hips and moaning. The new lovers were forming a connection that was stronger than any bond of this world. As Kylie gently moved her finger inside of the girl she loved, Andy could feel every lock she had ever put on her heart fall away and open for this woman. Andy sat up, moving to straddle Kylie’s crossed legs and began to ride her fingers. Her arms wrapped around her neck and they stayed this way for what seemed like hours, but only turned out to be several minutes.
After a little time, Andy started to move her hips faster, and push down on Kylie’s fingers harder. Kylie knew exactly what was going on, Andy was going to have her first orgasm.
“Hold your breath baby, just until I tell you to release okay?” Kylie said softly. Andy was confused but listened to Kylie and drew in a deep breath and held it. As she held her breath, Kylie moved her mouth over Andy’s clothed nipple and began to nibble and lick it through the cloth. After about 15 seconds, Andy reached her climax and Kylie said, with a moan in her words, “let go babyyy.” With the release of her breath, her climax grew, and grew, until she was screaming, and moaning, swearing naughty things in her partner’s ear. Andy couldn’t move for about five minutes after that, sensitive to every touch, every breath, that was laid on her after that.
Kylie grasped her waist and directed her to lay down. She was smiling proudly, seeing as how she just brought her lover an intense orgasm. The covers were pulled up, and the clothes torn away, thrown to the floor. While two happy lovers fell asleep at three o’clock in the morning, holding each other, whispering sweet things to each other. Both finally happy, that their love is expressed. Now they needed only to rest, to be ready for the next round, when Kylie would teach Andy new ways to please a woman.

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We’ve been laying here for a while, just staring at each other. Our heads share the pillow but we don’t touch or speak, not knowing what to do or how to do it. I can feel your breath on my face. One of us has to move or we’ll be here all night. I reach out to touch your face. My fingers hesitate over your cheek and I see you hold your breath. I lower them lightly on your face and stroke along your jaw line. You close your eyes and exhale, relaxing in the sensation. Your hand is suddenly on my hip and moves up and over my side to my shoulder and finally rest on my neck. My finger traces underneath your chin and I push up slightly tilting your face to mine. I lean forward and gently place my lips on yours. I let them linger just a little bit. Right as I begin to pull away, your hand on my neck tightens just a little bit and pulls me deeper into our kiss. My hand moves to your hip and pulls your body to mine, finally touching after all this time. Our kiss depends and gets more fervent, both of us needing to feel it. We feel whatever it is rising up in us to the point of exploding. I push your hip back, rolling you over and getting on top. The weight of my body on yours quickens your breathing. Our lips continue to stay together as my hands explore your body. Your shirt wrinkles as I slip my hand underneath to feel your skin under my hand. Your fingers twist in my hair and gently pull me closer. My hands massage your body as they work under your shirt. Your hands leave my hair and move down my back and over my sides. Your fingers curl around the bottom of my shirt and pull it up over my back. The cool air of the room gives me goose bumps and makes me shiver. We sit up and you pull my shirt over my head and I pull yours off too. I fall back on top of you and kiss you harder. I move down your body and kiss your neck. Your hands move over my back along my spine. I lift myself onto my arms and off of your body. I move further down to kiss the top of your breasts above your bra. I slip my fingertip underneath the edge and pull it up over your nipple. It’s already hard from my touching and I watch it get harder as the cool air brushes past it. I kiss each one as I take your bra off. Your body arches up for more and I reach my arm under and lift your stomach to my lips. I kiss from hip to hip and up your sides and back over your nipples. You sit up on your elbows and pull my head up to your lips again. I wrap my arms around your body and you roll us over the other way. You take off my bra right away and start nibbling on my nipples. Your suddenness takes me by surprise and my breathing gets quicker. I grab the back of your head and guide you to all the places I want you to kiss; my neck, my chest, my stomach, my sides. You grab the top of my jeans and undo the button and zipper and start working them down my legs. You get them off and let them go to fall on the floor as you start to take of my underwear. You kiss my clit when my underwear is finally off and lying next to my discarded jeans. You start to lick and suck and play with my clit with your tongue. After all we did to get worked up it doesn’t take long for me to start feeling the building inside of my body. I have to pull you off of me before I fall over the edge of an orgasm. You’re body is hovering over mine as I strip you of your pants and underwear and start to move my finger in circles around your pussy, feeling how wet your are. You close your eyes and breathe out deeply, the scent of your breath intoxicating to me. I put your nipple in my mouth and your arms go weak for a second and you fall a few inches before catching yourself. I slip my finger inside of you and you arch your back for more. Your neck falls back and your breathing becomes faster as I move in and out of you. You body starts to move with my motions and I pull my finger out of you before you can get too worked up. I pull your body on top of mine, both of us covered in a slight sheen of sweat. I roll us on our sides and move down your body I get up and turn my body opposite of yours. My pussy is in your face begging for you to taste. I begin to lick your pussy from hole to clit. You copy my movements. I take each one of your lips and suck them into my mouth teasing them with my tongue. I spread your legs wider so I can lick deeper into your pussy. Your tongue works over my clit. You keep working circles around my clit and flicking over it. The warmth of your tongue making me moan into your pussy. Your hips start to move and I pull you harder onto my mouth, my tongue going deeper. You bite the inside of my thigh and hold me tighter as I jump against you. You move back to my pussy and push a finger into it. I yelp as it surprises me and you laugh, pushing harder. You go as deep as you can and put another finger in my pussy, making me moan this time. I put one finger in your pussy and start to move back and forth slowly. You start to lick my clit again and my moaning starts. My finger moves around inside of you and my thumb runs over you clit. Your pussy starts to clench around my finger. My body begins to shake and I’m trying to keep from closing my legs around your head. You lick faster and push your fingers in deeper and faster. I pull my finger out of your pussy and quickly thrust in two making you scream. I start thrusting faster. You regain your composure and start to thrust your fingers faster and deeper. We move at the same time. We’re sweating with the effort of making each other cum. I feel it building inside of me again, starting to take over. It starts in my stomach and spreads throughout my body as a warm glow that begins to burn hotter. Your breathing is getting harder and more urgent. I feel your body burning against mine. Your body shakes in my arms and your pussy starts to cum all over my face. I lick it all as it comes pouring out. My legs shake and I start to cum all over your face. You keep thrusting and licking my pussy making my orgasm last even longer. Our moans get louder as we cum over and over. Our bodies are covered in sweat and our faces are covered in cum. Both our bodies tense up and we finally collapse away from each other our chests heaving and trying to catch our breaths. I pull my body around with my arms so I can lie next to you. We look deep into each others’ eyes. I push you back onto your other side and curl my body around yours. I hold us through the aftershocks of our orgasms. The cool air of the room has started to cool us down and I cover us with the sheets. I stroke your hair as we start to fall asleep. I bury my face in your hair and your neck. I take a deep breath of your skin and close my eyes. I feel you take a deep breath and relax. 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Fell In Love With A Boy

Fell In Love With A Boy.
 
 
St Barnaby’s Academy for Young Men was widely regarded as being one of the best boarding colleges in the country. An esteemed old institution, the huge Georgian mansion house was set in acres of perfectly kept grounds. Beautiful trim lawns, magnificent woodland and the expertly tended rugby pitches were admired throughout the area.
The college had a fine history of preparing young men to become successful, well respected gentlemen and their swift and sometimes draconian punishments for wrong-doing were legendary.
It was in a dormitory within this fine establishment that young Edgar Carmichael awoke upon the occasion of his eighteenth birthday. Edgar was a slight, gangly young man, not very sporty but not very academic either; he tip-toed his way through life trying not to bother people and avoiding causing trouble of any conceivable sort.
His father, Lord Carmichael had been convinced that St Barnaby’s was the place to make a man out of the boy and had sent Edgar there as his father had sent him; unfortunately the strict regime had not had entirely the desired effect.
Edgar wasn’t interested in rugby or rowing, he had never really taken to shooting either. He did enjoy horse riding but that was about the limit of his outdoor activities. Instead he preferred to spend his time in the library reading the classics, or staying in the dorm with some Rodgers and Hammerstein. His favourite subjects were Latin and history and he often stayed behind to help the teachers carry their books.
Edgar didn’t really have any friends and all the other guys laughed at him and teased him, singling him out for all manner of vile abuses. And at no other time was this more apparent than on his birthday. He knew of course the day would be commemorated by his parents who would no doubt have sent him a hamper just brimming with splendid treats; but otherwise the day would pass largely unnoticed.
This general indifference to his special day from  all the other chaps no longer held any particular chagrin for Edgar, it had merely become a tradition in it’s own right; so consoling himself with the thought of the hamper he climbed out of bed and went to get washed.
His first lesson after breakfast was geography, and after that double maths and the morning passed on as any other. At last lunch time arrived and Edgar skipped off to enjoy pork chops with boiled potatoes and asparagus with just a smidgen of apple sauce; sitting as was his way completely by himself. He really wasn’t looking forward to games next period, but it was after that lesson that his day took a rather unusual turn.
Whilst Edgar was getting dressed after a typically uncomfortable shower, Harvey Simpson, a beautiful and strapping bloke from the same year  came up to him and whispered in his ear.
“If you want your birthday treat, meet me by the grounds keeper’s shed at eight. Don’t worry it’s nothing beastly I promise.” And with that he left and Edgar remained in the changing room pondering the extraordinariness of this turn of events.
All through English and double economics Edgar thought about what Simpson had said to him earlier that afternoon. Harvey Simpson was one of the most popular fellows in the college. A strapping six-footer he was the captain of the rugby team, and the debate team and the rest of the lads idolised him. His screen-idol good looks and God-given charisma led to all manner of tales about the girls he had known and his cocksmanship was legend.
Edgar had always admired Simpson from afar and had often wondered what it must be like to be friends with a chap like that, even fantasised about the two of them being chums. He generally got a warm and tingly feeling whenever Simpson passed him in the hall or bumped into him in a corridor. And best of all Simpson had never been a part of the bullying with which Edgar had become so familiar.
Harvey Simpson however had never acknowledged that he was aware that Edgar Carmichael even existed at all. The two had never spoken and in fact Edgar had always believed that even when Simpson had occasioned to look at him it had always been with an obvious contempt. Confused Edgar decided to try not to think about it.
At eight o’clock sharp Edgar stood, twitching slightly nervously, expecting a gang of lads to arrive at any moment and strip him naked before tying him fast to one of the rugby posts; however it was the singular figure of Simpson who strode up to meet him.
“Happy birthday old boy. Ready for your present?” He said and produced a vast array of keys on a huge metal ring, which he rattled mischievously before setting about unlocking the shed door. “Come in.” He said, entering the dim little shack and Edgar, who couldn’t seem to master his curiosity followed him in.
A flash of flame light described a cigarette lighter and Simpson began lighting a number of candles that had been arranged in a rough circle around a shabby and threadbare rug and a couple of cushions that had been placed upon the wooden floor.
“Come in, come in. Sit down.” Simpson said and motioned to Edgar to sit on the rug.
Once sat, rather uncomfortably on the wooden floor with his knees bent up and his legs crossed in front of him, Edgar waited. What the devil was he doing here? What did this Simpson chap want with him? He was soon to find out.
“I’ve brought you here Carmichael to do something I’ve wanted to do to you for ages but couldn’t because you were just too damn young. However, since today you have become a young gentleman I think there is no time to waste.”
Edgar looked up into his beautiful face. His azure blue eyes were so gentle and yet wise and were focusing on him with such intensity. His shock of blonde hair was neither neat nor messy and yet somehow both. His firm jaw was the jaw of a man yet he had the complexion of a nine-year-old girl.
Edgar began to get that strange tingly sensation in his stomach and just about managed to say “What have you always wanted to do to me?” Before Simpson leaned forward and kissed hip gently on the lips.
Without knowing what he was doing Edgar began kissing him back; his lips were so soft and so warm and so gentle that Edgar found himself completely enveloped in the moment. As his belly started fizzing and his heart started pounding, he began to get an erection. Suddenly he pulled back, ashamed and embarrassed because his penis was acting this way, but as he looked up into Simpson’s eyes there was only affection and following those eyes down to the groin Edgar saw that Simpson had a huge erection himself.
“Don’t worry, it’s perfectly natural. Don’t be scared either I’ll show you what to do. Now, get your cock out.”
Completely amazed with himself Edgar unfastened his trousers and revealed his steadily hardening cock, no longer embarrassed or uncomfortable. He couldn’t understand it but for some reason this whole thing felt completely natural, felt normal; as though it had been something he had been doing for years, and he roughly pulled off his trousers and took off his shirt.
Simpson was naked too now and eased Edgar onto his back and grabbed hold of his cock. He had in is hand a bottle of something which he squeezed all over Edgar’s dick and belly. Then when he was all slippery Simpson got down to giving Edgar’s hard cock a good wanking.
For a minute or so Edgar laid back and enjoyed the new experience, craning his head every now and again to watch this beautiful man rubbing his dick, when he suddenly felt a strange sensation in his anus. He looked up again and this time he could see that Simpson seemed to be shoving his finger up his arse. The sensation was strange at first but then he began to enjoy the feeling. Simpson continued to rapidly finger his ring, inserting a second and then a third; and then he bent slowly forwards and took Edgar’s pulsing cock in his mouth.
Edgar began to moan slightly as Simpson, his head bobbing up and down like a cockatoo sucked hard on his dick and continued to thrust his fingers in and out of his arse hole.
Then Simpson stopped what he was doing and manoeuvred Edgar up onto all fours. Feeling a fresh squirt of lubricant trickling between his buttocks and sensing Simpson taking up a position directly behind him, Edgar naturally opened his legs slightly and dropped onto his elbows. He felt Simpson’s massive cock slide slowly all the way up his rectum and all the way inside him and gasped as he felt something else which he didn’t know how to describe.
Simpson started fucking Edgar’s arse slowly and deeply and then began to steadily speed up. He reached his right arm around and grabbed Edgar’s cock again and then, while still fucking him hard started to gently rub his dick.
Faster and faster Simpson fucked Edgar’s welcoming arse hole; and faster and faster he tugged his dick. Both men were sweating now and breathing hard, and Edgar could feel his heart beating against his breastbone. Harder and deeper and faster Simpson went and Edgar could feel himself approaching orgasm. And then when he heard Simpson yell, felt his body spasm and felt his hot creamy cum burst into his rectum; Edgar did orgasm and shot great gobs of jism all over his own stomach.
Simpson collapsed on top of him and both of them stayed there, sweating and panting and giggling until Edgar could feel Simpson’s cock starting to shrink. At that point Simpson withdrew his dick from Edgar’s rectum and bent forward to kiss him again with those soft red lips, his tongue just briefly probing his own.
The chaps got dressed and as Simpson blew out the candles and followed Edgar out of the door, Edgar turned to him and said:
 “So how many boys have you done that with?”
“None,” Simpson replied, looking at Edgar with love and moonbeams dancing in his eyes. “I’ve been waiting for you.” And with that he leaned forward, kissed Edgar again and the two of them set off back to the dormitories.
And now not only was today the best birthday I’ve ever had, Edgar thought, today was the day I fell in love with a boy.
 
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Heated Argument

My boyfriend and I had a pretty vanilla sex life but when he came back from one of his many trips I decided to go all in and make him hate me or hate fuck me.

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The Stockport Stripper

This story is hardly pornographic. It describes my feelings aged 18, a virgin, on my first visit to a strip club in the North of England. Not simply a virgin, an only child, lacking sex education, I had no idea of the anatomy of the opposite gender to whom I was, nevertheless, strongly attracted. I consider that this first visit, unwittingly, had a long term influence on my attitudes to them and the way their sexuality gives them an enormous advantage their ability to manipulate men. As the final sentence shows, I consider they truly are the superior sex.